Once they had returned to Atlanta and were seated in Mike’s car, the dream reappeared in his mind. Matt had still not said a word, but Mike’s guilty conscious weighed on his chest. His roommate might not like confrontation, but Matt had to be annoyed. Mike had cast doubt on his resolution and offended his best friend in the process.
“Matt,” he began during a moment of silence. “Sorry about this morning.”
“Oh, don’t worry about it,” Matt replied, his eyes on the buildings as they traversed the streets.
Mike glanced at his roommate and took a deep breath. “I know what it must’ve sounded like, and I promise, I wasn’t dreaming about that.”
“I’m not concerned,” assured Matt.
“I know you’ve always trusted me, though, and I feel like I just really blew it…”
“Mike, it was just a dream,” his
