Comfortable Madness First PDF 4-13-18

the curb. I smoked and paced, and I watched the runners panting in
the misty morning.
I closed my eyes and turned away. I looked for the man
from my dreams. I looked for him, but he was invisible, watching
me, but I couldn’t find him.
Tayla brought the car from the garage. I almost didn’t get
in, but I had school and Tayla was waiting.
“You okay?” Tayla asked.
“Tired.”
“Yeah?”
“Nightmares.”
Tayla nodded and went back to zooming around cars.
“There was this guy,” I said.
“A guy?” she asked.
“A nightmare,” I said.
“A nightmare?”
On the other side of the glass, trees rose like twisted priests
praying in the gray air. Everything glittered silver for a moment. I
thought of my dream. It was both real and unreal. My skin
remembered his hands, his lips. I knew about these things. Dreams
were sometimes dangerous, especially when they refused to fade in
the daylight.
“He was scary,” I said.
“Really?”
“Yeah,” I said. “We danced.”
“Danced?”
“Danced,” I said. “But then he…well, you know.”
“A sex dream?” Tayla asked.
“Kind of.”
“Yuck.”