I'm swimming in a sea of darkness. At times, I hear voices before I get swallowed up and the voices dim.
"You know, when you first came home, you never slept in your bed. You would mess the quilt up and make it look like you did…"
A soft laugh that I recognize soothes me.
"I used to go into your room in the middle of the night, and you would be bundled up on the floor under the bed with one of Carl's sweaters. And in the morning, you would be back in your own bed, the sweater nowhere in sight."
Silence stretches, and the murky
