I rubbed my neck and did my best to turn away from her. She didn’t need any more insight. I felt exhausted. I had given her more than enough.
“What’s the study?” Her voice held all the certainty of thin ice over a lake.
“Lucid dreaming. I saw an ad in the paper a while back. They were offering free room and board to anyone who had dreams where they knew they were dreaming.” I chuckled slightly, remembering the day I found that newspaper. I was in disbelief. Maybe the hunger or the weariness was to blame, but I was certain someone had left that page open on the concrete just for me to find. “I’m homeless. I couldn’t exactly turn it down.”
“And where are you going after this study?”
“I don’t know yet, honestly. But it doesn’t matter, really. Tell me about you now, Heila. Please. Tell me
