The dreams were there, too bad they were of Vi and Ava. They are confusing. I can't do anything. Maybe if I stay awake the whole day and night it will work. Leave it to my subconscious to fuck me over and over.
I never had any dream, and now, I have, and to make it worse, two ladies are on it.
I stretch and accidentally hit someone, I open my eyes and blink because I am not sure if I am seeing right. What is Vi doing here, and why do I wake nowadays to people staring at me?
It breaks all the rules regarding sleep and shit.
"Brenda," Vi calls warmly.
"What are you doing?" I ask her as I try to sit up.
"Here, let me help you," Vi says and before I even say no, she places her hands below my armpit and pulls me up. I look like a buffoon; I feel like one. I let out an awkward chuckle. Thinking that it would make Vi uncomfortable, I inform her that I am good.
