"The moisture from the summer afternoon heat clings to my skin, tying me to the bed. I wake up in a haze surrounded by movements of shadows. The darkness strangles me. The smell of blood surrounds me. Some of it dried. It’s your blood. I’ve killed you, my child. My hands won’t fade. I grasp for air just as you had when my hands circled your neck. Your lifeless body combusts. You’re burning, darling. I can’t save you. I can’t.
This is a dream. It has to be. I want to wake up. Enough. Isn’t this enough? Please let me wake up."