I must have dropped off to sleep after all. I can lose track of time so easily. When I wake, I can’t hear any noise from Aaron or outside the cabin. I’m not entirely sure I’m even in the cabin anymore, but of course, that’s ridiculous. It’s a strange feeling; I’m standing outside myself, glaring. I know I’m glaring, because it makes me blush. I make myself blush. Right. How weird is that? It’s some kind of a dream, obviously.
What? I’m challenging myself. What’s your problem?
I don’t answer myself, but invite myself to look around. I can see shapes forming, mistily, slowly. It’s like watching a movie come into focus. A series of moving pictures, of vignettes. I can recognise people in them now.
Firstly, I can see Cass and Bailey, in a resort cabin like ours. Cass’s got spectacles perche
