CHAPTER FOUR
I’d hit snooze a few times, and now I’m running late. I should have known this would happen. Of course I’d struggle to wake up merely to the sound of the high-pitched beeping tone of an alarm clock I’ve never used. Tim used to tease me as kids that I needed a freight train running through my room to wake me. Being such a hard sleeper is just one of my many curses.
I’m impossible to wake, which is why I made it eight whole blocks on a sleepwalk that night, as well as the few others before it. It was a miracle that Tim heard me pass his room. I’m convinced that if my nightmares and sleepwalking wouldn’t have stopped after that night, then he surely would’ve followed me through the years. I could picture him renting an apartment right next to mine to this day.
My brother is my
