September, Chapter Nine: 9/11

I woke up from a dream about a large white furry worm springing out of a fortunetelling box and vomiting this green acid on me. Someone was saying my name, it was Andrew. He was yelling from another room. He was yelling my name and Kevin’s.

I opened my eyes. It was bright in the room, full of sunlight. It was late, had slept in. It was a weekday, but Jul…