THE DREAMWORLD: A MEMOIR (Complete)

#13

I sat with Tyrone on the rooftop garden until past midnight. I only had one joint and he kept on smoking until he was high as can be. He told me that I owed him for the weed before he somehow made the sensible decision to call it a night and go to bed.

I couldn't sleep. Not in the same room as Bonita; I hadn't slept for the past few nights. Things weren't awkward between her and I or anything. I think that's what kept me up at night. The fact that everything was totally fine. I still had feelings for her, but – dating Ki and remaining friends (with Bonita) – I didn't feel like I was suppressing them. I didn't need those feelings to be addressed at all. Everything was fine. That's what kept me up every night.

It all felt too good to be true.