Chapter 5
I MEANT TO CALL KRISTEN Sunday night. So much happened over the weekend. I should have wanted to share it with my girlfriend. I should have turned to her with my troubles.
But I didn't.
Instead, I dove into my bed and pulled my covers over my head and went to sleep.
The dream I had was disturbing in the extreme.
I don't remember much about context. I'm not sure where we were, in the world. Maybe in Middleboro. Probably. Not here. Not in my apartment. Not in her house, either. Somewhere.
The “where” wasn't the important part, anyway. Not in this dream.
She was n***d. Completely bare. Joelle was. My dad's... whatever she is to him. That's who I dreamed about.
Naked.
Her nudity troubled me. I think we must have been in a public place, because I worried about
