Van

Present day

My eyes opened and I sat up, the blankets on the bed moving down my body as I caught my breath. I searched the darkness, not sure what I would find. It took only seconds or less for me to realize whatever the fuck had been going on wasn’t real.

What the hell were dreams or nightmares composed of?

Repressed memories, forgotten absurdities.

Just because it wasn’t real didn’t mean my heart wasn’t ...