They do, really, just not to her. Lately I haven't done much but think. Not that I really want to think either. Usually, most all the time, what I'm thinking about is Chuck. But then, thinking is better than sleeping, and the possibility of dreams.
Mother calls it bad karma.
I call it nightmares. My dreams leave me with an awful empty feeling, and I wake up gasping for breath and shaking violently. I never remember what the dreams are about. I remember the first time I saw Chuck. We were six, and it was my first day in a new school.