1 Home - Hayven

I wake panting. I had the dream again. I pull my knees up to my chest and lean into them. My clock says 2:30. 30 minutes till Mom gets home. I can hear Dad and Mack snoring . Capital dictate that female parents work from 19:00 to 2:00. The male parents work from 6:00 to 14:00. That's right, I think. Don't think about Mack. Mack's in the dream. I slide out of the bed and wrap the thin, fleece, gray blanket around myself, and tiptoe to the door. The mahoghony door opens with a quiet creeeeeeee. I tiptoe into the corridor, down the stairs, into the kitchen and out the door. I know I shouldn't be here. But the willow tree is the only thing that helps me sleep peacefully. The pills don't work. But I can't tell anyone that. If I do they'll kill me. There are others like me. Were others like me... But know... They're either dead, dying, imprisoned, or in hiding. The call us the "Dreamers". We can do other things to, but the dreams are the only thing Capitalists know about. The only thing anyone else knows about. I almost told Mack once, but I couldn't even look him in the eyes. I trust Mack more than anyone. When I was younger I once crossed the street sleepwalking (he didn't know that I was asleep) and he yanked me out the road. I was nearly hit by a car. I'd be dead if weren't for him.