Dreams

One night recently I had a nightmare. It wasn't scary; but I woke up heartbroken.

I don't remember many details, but this much I know:

I heard Jolene moving on the top bunk.

And I cried, "No!" Because I knew Jolene wasn't in the bunk, and my heart broke all over again. The sound seemed so real, a body stirring, turning over, like Jolene did everytime she spent the night.

I screamed "No! No! No!" until I finally woke myself up.

Perhaps even my subconscious has accepted the fact of Jolene's death.