Anyway, I usually remember when she’s there, when she walks into my head. I think it might be because I’m telepathic—she’s walking in my subconscious and forming memories herself about that experience and I’m simultaneously reading her mind.

I think I had a dream last night that she was in, but I didn’t see or talk to her so I’m not sure. And when I ran into her in the kitchen this afternoon, she acted like everything was totally normal, giving me absolutely no indication that she’d been in my head. That’s the other thing, I was in the kitchen just grabbing water at, like, three o’clock in the afternoon, and my sister was grabbing breakfast. She’s been sleeping so much the past week or so and I don’t think it’s because of the narcolepsy. Unlike before That Place, I’m not finding her randomly passed out on the couch or at the kitchen table. She’s just been up in her room, completely unconscious for these enormous stretches of time. Everyone in my family is pretty sympathetic to it—I think we all remember how hard it was when our abilities first manifested. I, for one, barely left my room for a month and communicated with my family almost entirely over text while they sat downstairs, just out of reach. But it’s something I want to keep an eye on. Then again, I’m not my sister’s keeper—she’s an adult, she can take care of herself.

But this dream … okay, so, probably unsurprisingly, it was about my dad. And, without going into details, this was definitely a nightmare. It wasn’t like there was some big monster or horrifying imagery … it was just that, well, I’m scared. Obviously. Fucking terrified. And that manifested itself in one of those dreams where you’re really trying to do something, and it’s urgent, you know in your bones that if you aren’t able to do this thing, and fast, something will drag you away by its claws and eviscerate your insides? No? Just me? So, yeah, it was one of those dreams. My dad was there and I couldn’t help him, no matter what I did, I couldn’t go fast enough and then, suddenly, I was at Fenway Park.

Just like that. Blinding, dire terror instantly transformed to the smell of peanuts and the crack of a bat hitting a ball, sending the crowd into a roaring cheer.