i woke up and there he was. there he was when i woke up. he was sitting on the chair at the foot of my bed.
i thought i was still dreaming. i have to be still dreaming. right?
i think he was a nurse. i think i think i remember him. but i cant. i cant look. i cant look at his face. what used to be his face.
im sitting here trying not to vomit again hoping this is a dream. this has to be a dream.
because he had a note pinned to his shirt. big block letters:
- THE JESTER
wake up, grace. wake up.