“Really?” she replied. “I thought that it was just some weird dream thing”
“But it wasn’t a dream this time.” I explained. “I was actually there this time, rather than looking through someone else’s eyes. I was actually feeling everything there, making my own decisions. I even saw you, ju—”
“Don’t bring me into this,” she interrupted. “I already feel uncomfortable enough about this topic.”
“Okay,” I replied. I wish she could have known about what I saw, who she was with, and what she did. Instead, I had to live with whatever I experienced without her support.
