Chapter 8

Though we've only been apart for a week,

To me it feels like two lifetimes have passed between us.

Seeing you again is like meeting a stranger from another era.

This Grey before me is one I've never seen before,

With a wrinkled suit, dark circles under his eyes, and stubble covering his chin.

Yet his eyes shine with an unusual brightness.

"Insomnia, I've come to take you home."

He reaches out to grab my wrist,

But I instinctively pull away, not even having a chance to speak,

When Dashiell steps forward, pushing him back and standing in front of me protectively.

I gently press Dashiell's hand, signaling him to stay calm,

"I'm exhausted from trying on wedding dresses. I can barely walk. Why don't you drive over to pick me up?"

I tug on Dashiell's arm, pouting like I used to when I was little,

Dashiell affectionately taps my nose, relenting:

"Alright, call me if anything happens."

Not wanting to cause a scene as strangers,