Holly reaches for my hand resting on my thigh, clasping it inside her cool palm, still enamored by the pictures on the television. “I had a terrible nightmare once. It was a lot different than yours, though.” She squeezes my fingers and releases a small sigh. “I was all alone.” I wait for her to continue. I wait for the story to unfold, the horrors to play out, the nightmare to come to life. But she doesn’t say anything else and I realize… that was the nightmare.
