When I woke up the next day, I was no longer in the living room. I was now in our bedroom, snuggled up in thick blankets and hundreds of pillows. My hand blindly reaches to my sides feeling for Ajax, but the space next to me is empty and cold.
I didn’t sit up right away, taking my time as I watched the waterfalls crash down and then gazed at the trees as they swayed with the wind through the window. Recounting yesterday made my head spin because so many things happened in such a short amount of time.
But what lingered the most was Ajax and Jeremy.
For a while, I was convinced their conversation last night was a dream, but I could still hear their words like they happened only a few minutes ago, their voices fresh.
If what Jeremy says is true, then I really do have to go out and show
