It is late in the evening. The wind awakens rusty hinges. The gate swings open, squeaks. Cool raindrops peck at my bedroom window. I disappear into the yard, the darkness. I fold my arms, tuck my head beneath my itchy sweater and walk…

He awoke, suddenly, as he felt the drops of sweat running down his face.Dehydration derived from the sweltering heat. He pulled the sheets away and sat on the foot of his bed. It was pitch black in the room. He thought about what woke him; a dream he had. The dream…