Chapter 16
Jabari’s aim was off. He stared blearily at the target, the area scattered with arrows that had pinged off the target, or hit the wrong bar. The targets were long, like trees, painted with dots that Jabari could usually hit, one after another, barely stopping to pause. He had always had a gift for true aim. But his nights had become crazy ever since he started having the dreams, and he wasn’t sleeping.
He had never dreamed at night, or at least he never remembered his dreams. His mother was a dreamer who sometimes had foretelling, but Jabari usually fell asleep and was dead to the world within minutes, sleeping a dreamless sleep and waking up feeling great. Things had changed. Over the last weeks, he had been dreaming every night. Night after night he woke up sweating when the
