And so I spent that morning trying to decipher my dream.
He was terrified and didn't believe in forever; however, I had a soft spot for hard boiled eggs and I liked the smell of gun smoke.
Mostly, I was growing tired of living vicariously through my pet rock.
Also, he intrigued me.
Silence was his coping mechanism and I had a silent understanding of that.
I deviated from my calculations because his optic nerve was inadequate and he saw the world upside down.
I wanted that for myself.
I was willing to gamble on that.
It may have proven that it was my sole purpose in life to serve as a warning to others.
But I was willing to gamble on that.