The next few days float by. Joey tells the world about our date, which of course results in squealing from Kate and shunning from Val and Cyan. Thursday night, Joey calls me before he goes to bed and tells me he’s excited about our date. I tell him he’s a dumbass, and he tells me he loves me. I hang up, but we both knew what goes unsaid.
It’s hard for me to fall asleep that night. I’m just so happy, and whenever I fell asleep, the nightmares catch up with me, and I don’t want the happiness to end.
Sure enough, the nightmares catch up with me as soon as I drift off. Less specific than usual; just horror in general. Darkness; cold; fear; panic. And then his face.
The problem is, when I shoot up in a violent awakening from the dream, his face is still there.
“Still dreaming about me?” Dom
