Before I Wake
“But they weren’t my sheets. It wasn’t my pillow.
I rolled over to find Nash watching me from the armchair in the corner. The room was so small that his right knee touched the end of the mattress and his left was pressed against the TV cart. But this wasn’t Nash’s room, either. It was Tod’s. Tod had a room—really more of a big closet—and I was in his bed. Alone with his brother. Drowning in remorse and grief too thick to breathe through.
“You didn’t have to stay,” I said, sitting up to pull the pillow into my lap. My voice was hoarse from crying.
“Yeah, I did. There’s no door.”
“Oh, yeah.” I pushed damp, tangled hair back from my face.
“Sorry. You want me to take you home?”
Nash shook his head slowly. “If you leave, you won’t be able to get back.” Because I had no idea where I was. “Are you okay?”
I stared at my hands in my lap, my legs crossed beneath me, bare beneath my short pj shorts.
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