Chapter Four
I had dreams that night.
I saw white, or I felt it. Either way, I had an impression of an endless white room, like a ballroom or a wedding tent. There were people there. I think they were dancing. Dancing on the grass in bare feet. The girl from the tree was there, but she wasn’t alone. It was night but bright. Brighter than any day. Cool hands were on my arms. Pulling me out to the dance floor? Or, no... They wanted me to do something. But I wasn’t doing it, not yet, and I didn’t remember what they wanted.
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The next morning, Saturday morning cartoons were on TV, which I still watched while eating sugary cereal despite all inclinations that this was a childish habit I should outgrow. My uncle didn’t care. He preferred to sleep in. Unobstructed by the restraints of ele
