When the monster turned me over and pushed my head into the pillow, I didn’t need to beg to die because this was a dream. When he put the bad thing inside my body, I didn’t hope he would push me into the darkness and leave me there because he lived in the dark and I lived in the light. When he put the bad thing in my mouth, called me bad names, and told me to do what he taught me, I just did it. Whatever the monster wanted, the monster took, and I didn’t flinch. I didn’t have to wish to be a ghost without a body he could violate because in the real world, he couldn’t reach me.
