I had a dream. We were in the country. Me and Jay. Not under the pecan tree in the front yard, but in the closet waiting for Hawk to leave. My heart pounded just as hard now as it did then. I remembered the air still, thick darkness. Jay's mouth covered mine as if I might scream. I though I might suffocate.
But I swallowed the fear instead and waited, sensing his lips like nourishment as if I might learn a new trick....how not to get caught with your so-called boyfriend's brother.
I fell in my dream. You know the kind where you fall to earth. I sensed the leaves rustling in the oak thicket. The air in my lungs burned, but I gripped Jay's hand. He would not let go.
Hawk shot up his homemade drug in the bathroom and we didn't look back across the thicket, the field nor the house. We came here in a pickup somebody left for dead.
I don't want to see that farm again. I want things to be natural, and bliss, not cruel and unusual.
I didn't sleep after that dream. Something bad is going to happen if I don't stop following Marco.
