Gunpowder in the tray. A flash of light. Face obscured.
Suddenly I’m awake. Same dream again. The bedclothes twisted around me, drenched in sweat. Glance at my father’s watch loose on my wrist: Late for school again. Fuck it.
Aunt Maude’s solution to my problems. The Gravesend prep school.
I pack my bag. Reach out to touch the book on my nightstand. The World in the Walls. I should just leave it here, but I can’t put it down. Some addictive flood of strength from riffling the pages.