(ARLO)
Miles dies in my dream.
The agony and pain of the dream have me jolting awake in cold sweat. I feel frantic to know where he is. The thought that he might truly be dead dreads me. Did he die in the accident? O thought he was alive. So many things happened in the blur, most of which I don't remember.
I seem to remember a moment after the SUV crashed into us. But that could just be a memory. I remember Miles stroking my hair, promising to keep me safe. In that instant, I trusted him wholly. I liked the feel of his arms stroking me gently at that moment. It was comforting. His gentle voice and assurance eased something in me.
But was I dreaming or that's an actual memory?
