Steven got home early and met his kids and bother at his parents house. They all caught up on everything and then Steven took the kids home. They spent the next day shopping, seeing a movie, and going out to dinner. Their day was so filled with so many thing, all of them were asleep once their head hit the pillow.
Steven had another bad dream. It was the same dream he kept having. He heard someone’s labored breathing coming from the basement. He went downstairs and saw a man taking a shower who was scrubbing his body so much, that he was bleeding. Steven shot up from bed, looked around, told himself it was only a dream, and went back to sleep without waking the kids. The next time he woke up was 5:07 p.m. He was late for dinner at his parents.
“The room begins to spin. The sound of his desperation matches the tempo of the rushing water. Still the room spins, spins, spins. I can still feel his eyes on me. I can’t breathe. Oh my God, I can’t breathe…”
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