I’m dreaming?
Lost in my own imagination?
Or am I deep in the rooms of my subconscious mind?
There’s a door ahead of me.
Have to see what’s on the other side. Someone is waiting for me behind that door. I can feel it.
Funny, the moment I thought of doing it, I was already at the door. It’s only in my mind. I have to remember that none of this is real. All a figment of my wild imagination. I was never any good with reality. Ironic how my name is O’Reilly.
Oh, really?
I wish Nick would elbow me or something. What if he hasn’t come to bed yet? What if he’s having one of his sleepless nights? My husband—Nicolai Lund, the incurable insomniac. If he doesn’t come to bed soon, I’m going to be trapped in this lucid dream for hours.
Derek.
Someone said my name.
I had too many whiskey sours
