I had that dream again. The crescendo heard a world away – Mackie awoke to the sound. Sweat – cold? – slicked his body. Beside him, Angel – who slept soundly even during the loudest storms – traversed parallel dimensions. Cobey should’ve called by now. Autumn was in the distance, Mackie saw looking out the painted window. A shit job. Make a note never to allow anyone other than myself to create an artificial night. “Come back to bed,” the voice said. “There’s nothing to see here.” “It’s like I relive it every day,” Mackie said. “And I cannot erase it from my memory.” “Come back to bed,” the voice repeated. “It’ll be okay when you wake up.” Shot glass by the typewriter spilled over. A…