I shouldn't have brought up Lenny's nightmares. Honestly, I'm not even sure why I did. It just kind of... slipped out.
Which was slightly insane to me. I knew that Lenny didn't sleep well. Even when we were back at my flat. I would hear her at night. I swear I would. I could hear her small sighs as she looked out the window. Almost like I was in the room with her.
But I never realized that before.
If you had asked me three days ago if Lenny slept well at my flat, I would have said yes. At least, I think I would have. It was the strangest thing. Like I knew, but I didn't know I knew.
That must be what Lenny meant when she called me intuitive. I suppose that would make sense. I seem to know things without realizing it more and more lately.
Maybe because I'm no longer running from mysel
