Do you ever get the feeling that someone's staring at you? I just got that feeling. I opened my eyes from last night's sleep to see Logan's face inches from mine. I freaked out and accidentally kicked him off my bed before realizing that it was him and before he had a chance to say good morning.
"Had a good sleep?" he mumbled wearily, as he rubbed the spot on his head where I'd kicked him. He stood up, only to sit back down on the edge of the bed.
"Yeah, it was..." I veered off, remembering the dream I had last night.
"Did you dream about freshman year again?" he questioned. It was a difficult thing to talk about, especially with Logan. The fact that I often dream about it makes it worse. My dreams are always of things that already have happened, or will happen. This was an "already happened" dream. I always told Logan about the dreams I had that were like this one, except for this one. This one was different. I didn't know if it was okay to tell him.
"C'mon, you can tell me anything," reading my mind, his face softened and he put his arm comfortably around my fragile body. I sighed deeply and began the long story filled with details yet unknown to him. These waters were treacherous, to tell him about all that happened that year - my side of the story.
