The light is switched on in my new bedroom. I am on the floor. The notecards I have been
spilling on my speech is splattered I am looking for Renae. I am looking for
the creature I was somehow supposed to save
My father’s voice is pulling me up.
“You alright?”
It is morning.
“Yeah, I tell him. "
I feel the calloused palm of my father’s hand yanking
me above the carpet. I am standing as if with sea legs. I am sweating drops of
bullets. I am looking around my bedroom. I am looking for Superman. I am
looking for a bottomless Renae. I swear I hear Betsy giggling in the corner
near the full length mirror.
“I was having crazy dreams. I must’ve fallen out of
bed.”
Father mentions something about the music I’ve been
listening to and how it sounds like it would invoke nightmares. I swipe my head
back and forth. I tell him that I will be out in a second to start the route.
As I look down on the carpet of the room that once
gave music I see the Gideon Bible. It is overturned and looks like a tent. When
I pick it up I see the Identity bracelet Renae gave me.
It is January and it is cold and the breath of the
season greets me as I walk out the living room door to start my route.
I know what I need to do.
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