THE REAL THOUGHT
CHAPTER 41 How come I had all this rough visions in one day! 313 days just in 1 day!!!! The first time I woke up with red soil under my fingernails, I told myself it was nothing. Maybe from the walk across campus. Maybe the garden path near the dorms. Maybe I’d scratched at the ground in my sleep. But deep down, I knew. It was the same color as the dirt from the place I keep seeing. The one in my dreams. The one with the tree. The one where I’m not breathing. I scrubbed my hands raw in the sink until my cuticles stung. Classes had started two weeks ago. My mother—Glory, though I never call her that out loud—insisted I defer, take more time, “adjust.” But I couldn’t stay home anymore. The air in that house pressed too close. Her eyes always watching. Her voice too soft. Like I was
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