Chapter Thirty-Six‘And does it happen every night?’
‘Pretty much, yeah.’ I try and remember the last time I had a full night’s sleep, or a dream not involving death. I can’t.
‘How much sleep are you getting a night, would you say?’ Mrs Moss asks. She looks concerned. Okay, she always looks concerned, but she looks more concerned than normal today.
‘I don’t count,’ I say. ‘I normally go to bed at about ten. Wake up in the early hours of the morning, usually between two and four.’
‘And do you go back to sleep?’
‘Sometimes.’ Not usually. I don’t know what’s made me want to talk about the dreams today, but something has. I think, deep down, it’s because I want to find someone that can help. Someone that actually wants to help.
I thought that, after fainting in front of her, Mum would hav
