With practice, you will master your own dreams.

But then you slammed a door handle into my gut. And when a girl does that to a guy; it means she likes him.

Hippie said he couldn't stay. Be back tomorrow -Love,Mom

Jacian Obregon. It sounds like a melody. Or a tragedy.

And he's pressing into her and she into him, bodies shivering, like they are two scared, lost children, starving, starving to be touched, to be held, by someone, anyone, the first one they can find who seems familiar enough, safe enough, strong enough to rescue them. They breathe, heavy. Hard. Their fingers strain at cotton. And then they slow down. Stop. Hold. Rest. Before one of them, or both, begins to sob. Before they break another piece that needs to be fixed.

A trapped soul waits for redemption. It waits. And waits. For her to take her last breath.

If you don't want me to see, I guess, don't sleep in the same room as me." He looks at her with a sly smile. "But I'm known for sleeping in school. It's my shtick.