“Do you dream when you’re asleep?” she asks me. I flinch at the question. She is the first person to ever ask. I consider lying, but I pause too long. She looks at me and I have to answer.
“Sometimes.” I shrug. I imagine walking across the grey carpet, opening the door and leaving this room. I don’t. I sit in the square chair, a girl without a voice, unable to act.
“Tell me about your most recent dream.”
I want to go home and curl up on my bed. I’ve said goodbye, I’ve lost Bill. There is nothing left for me now. I open my mouth and say the first thing that comes to me.
“I was in Hawaii.” Can no one hear how sad I am?
“What were you doing?” she asks.
“Oh, you know, checking out the hot guys, Pearl Harbor, touristy things mostly.” I no longer care. She won’t believe anything I say.
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