Speaking of, if I didn’t get moving, I would be late.
But when I tried to rise from the table, my mother stopped me with a stern look. “Are you sureyou’re all right, Aine? You barely touched your food. Maybe you should head on over to the Health Center before class.”
“I’m fine,” I said again. I sat back down and shoveled food into my mouth, swallowing without chewing, trying not to think of eggs or sausage or extinct animals. Instead I focused my mind on the memory of Kyer’s hand on my leg—it had felt so real! Were all dreams like that?
If so, why keep them from us?
“All done.” I pushed back my plate and stood again. Before my mother could protest, I wiped my mouth with a cloth napkin and hurried around the table to give her a quick, one-armed hug. “Have a great day at work. Bye, you guys.”