*Millie*

I wake to the feeling of a tiny hammer knocking against my skull. My head is buried under a blanket. Even in my sleep, I must've been trying to keep out any trace of light. I can't remember what I dreamt of, but I believe I saw my mother's face. I do remember every minute of last night's dinner and my talk with Will on the promenade. Was that a dream, or is it my new reality? I don't even want to pull the blanket down and see where I'm at.

Part of me  hopes I'm ...