CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
I wasn’t sure why, but I expected my bedroom to look different. But, there everything was. The posters of baseball players still hung on the walls. The dark blue bedspread was still dark blue. My trophies still sat cluttered on top of the shelf.
Right then I felt closest with my room—like it was my old self. My real self.
I turned on the stereo and dropped in a CD. Slowly I increased the volume, watched the dancing levels on the mixer get taller and taller, stretching into the red until the volume was up as loud as it could go and the display showed nothing but a red, digital block.
Though I couldn’t hear a thing, I did feel something. The vibration from the music was coming through the floorboards, tickling the soles of my feet. The booming of the bass guitar and p
