Norman woke up a bit earlier than he thought he would. The memory of the dream he just had was fading in his mind, but he remembered bits and pieces. You were in it, but just you. Well, you and him. He has these dreams more often than he’d like to admit, but he’d never admit to any dreams like these at all anyway. He sighed a bit, looking around and the other boys in the orphanage. They all shared a room, and everyone else was peacefully asleep in their beds. He wondered, were you also awake?