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The moment my eyes close, I begin to dream. White lights flash all around me. On reflex, I hop to my feet. The basement at West Lake Prep vanishes in the brightness. Blinking hard, I try to adjust my vision. A few heartbeats later, I find myself back in that snug subterranean room with the child’s bed and walls dotted with child’s drawings on sheets of construction paper. Last time I saw this room, I was too overwhelmed to realize where I might be. But the fact that I met the child version of myself here?
This could only be one place.
It’s the room where I slept as a kid.
Looking down, I find myself now wearing the same long gray robes that I did the last time I had this dream. The hood hangs loose down my back. Around me, the walls heave in and out in a steady rhythm. Just like las
