Patrick
Sleep was difficult even with the extra light. The nightmares would take over everything, and I was engulfed in darkness with vice grips all over my body. I’ve woken up every night for the past week screaming and shouting. I’m almost sure Peter is about ready to kill me.
“Morning, guys,” Elle said when we arrived for breakfast. She looked us over and frowned. “Still having a hard time sleeping, Patrick?”
“I’m Peter,” my brother said as she had addressed him. “But yes, we are both having trouble with sleep.”
“Oh shoot,” Elle replied, and her face burned red. “I'm sorry, you guys are identical, and you’re wearing the same colors.”
We looked down at ourselves, then at each other, and sighed. Our mother used to love to dress us in matching outfits. We had always hat
