I beg her to speak louder, but her voice fades in and out. The only words I can hear are “don’t forget.” “What?” I shout. “Don’t forget what?” I open my eyes to a dark room. Once again, my nightmares haven’t let me sleep more than a few hours. I glance at my clock and see my phone lying on the bedside stand, the screen lit from a recent text. A chill creeps over my damp skin. It’s only a little after four. Who is texting me at this hour? I get up and go to the bathroom for a glass of water, avoiding the phone. I know it’s not really my sister, but as creepy as it sounds, I still want to entertain that possibility for just a moment longer, while I’m still half-asleep and dream-drunk. I drink my water slowly, and hear the phone vibrate against my nightstand. With a sigh, I set the glass down and go back into the bedroom. I reach for my robe. I might as well go out and check the telescope. I slide the phone in my pocket and slip on some flip-flops. My dog Sophie raises her head from the foot of my bed, and I bend down to scratch her behind her ears.
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