CHAPTER: WHAT?
I had a dream about Niagara Falls. At least I think I did. Opening my eyes to the bitter cold of the Canadian border, I nearly lost my footing on the wet rocks. “f**k!” I was standing on the edge, the way I’d seen some people do online. Sometimes it was a suicide attempt from the local news, other times it was just someone trying to get a good picture. But being barefoot took it to a whole new level.
I took one step forward, then another. To stare down at the roaring water seemed primordial, like looking down the mouth of a Hell beast. My heart skipped a beat when my foot slipped again, this time causing me to land hard on my knee. After a moment of pain, I quickly regained my balance. The water was l*****g my feet, like a sentient creature, daring me to challenge its powe
