PLEASE READ: The previous chapter before reading this one . I made a major editing of that chapter.
“Loneliness is a long, unbearable pain….There was never a place for me in the scheme of things….I had become a living fantasy on a theme in dark, endless dirges….I made another world, and real men would enter it and they would never really get hurt at all in the vivid, unreal laws of the dream. I caused dreams which caused death. This is my crime.”
~Anonymous.
Three months later.***
Keenan tosses and turns on the large, but awfully lonely bed and after three hours of trying to convince himself why he needs to sleep, he pulls himself up and reaching for my his phone on the lamp stand beside his bed he picks it and dial the motel Christel's line.
He waits a moment and in less than a three
