Jensen played the radio loud and Barion would randomly shake my leg if he thought I was asleep. Lee kept rubbing my shoulders.
“What was your dream about?” Barion asked.
“It was unlike the others. You said something to me and I can’t remember what it was. There was this storm like a tornado. The lighting and thunder came from it. Everything was frozen, I had this urge to touch the storm. When I almost touched it, it felt like it sucked the air out of me.” I said shaking my head.
“A tornado?” Barion said confused.
“Like a black ash tornado.” I said and Barion sighed.
“Sounds like a bad nightmare, we’re almost home.” He said. It didn’t take long before it seemed like we were riding down a private drive through thick woods. When it emerged I gasped.
“Thank can’t be your house!” Lee
