This book shows much about what I think about as I dream, what it feels like to dream. And what I think about when I wake up. When I fall asleep. And when I read to my little sister. Before she slowly closes her eyes.
There’s something wrong with me. It’s hidden, under the skin where nobody can see, but I know. I know, my parents know, and my baby sister Anna knows. But that’s it. Not another soul. Not even my best friend. Because there are some things you just don’t talk about.