Then he relaxed, even smiled, though it was a cold and bitter expression.
“I suppose they’ll let you out when they choose. Please go away now.”
*
It was a strange sensation, waking from a dream that he knew had been a dream. It was almost hard to be sure he had woken at all, except for the fact that he did not think he would have dreamed that relentless itch beneath his skin. Nor did he think he would have dreamed that dark. He kept his eyes closed, because when he opened them, the blackness seemed to press against his pupils. It was strange and unwelcome, that darkness so deep that even he could not see.
Of course, they had good reason not to trust him. Probably better reason than whatever line of thought led them to lock up the little Polish girl. He supposed they would let him out w
