The Thirty-first Of January, Two Thousand Twenty-four, At Four Oh Four In The Afternoon, Greenwich Mean Time

I woke up from that nightmare, sweat pouring down my face. Xxnx “I’m sorry Christy, I didn’t mean-,” I started, but she cut me off. “There’s still some pizza left from last night,” she said. I got out of bed and went downstairs. And I guess you have a right to get revenge on me anyway.”
“Trust me, you’ll love it,” I said. “No it’s ok, I know you didn’t mean anything by it.”
“I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable. It was the dead of night, and I was in some kind of forest. “I don’t trust you.”
“I’m serious. “Anyway, mom said she’d be home late and to order Chinese for dinner.”
We stopped playing Mortal Kombat, and Christy said she was tired and went to take a nap before dinner.