His dreams surrounded him. Like he was plunged into water. There was a sandy hill, and he was running there was some kind of dinosaur. Then all of a sudden there was nothing, like he'd fallen through the sand. Black surrounded him and then he was up a hot air balloon, in it were his childhood friends, friends from back home, except
Imogen Howe
wasn't there. He felt so nervous so hot he woke up sweating.
He looked around the room, then check his phone, one text.
"Have you seen this, maybe it would make you laugh."
It was a video of a dog holding a stick that was too big for the door. Instead of being sad that it couldn't fit through it was still wagging its tail, trying again and again.
It was 4 am, he laugh reacted. Then deleted the reaction.
He didn't want her to know he was up. She'd ask about it, or maybe she'd think he was with someone else.
He watched the video again, and smiled.
He put his phone down, and then fell into bed.
He got back up, looking around for that fan he used to have.
He plugged it in and set it to oscillate, and the white noise gently lulled him back to sleep.
