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until at least noon.
    I didn’t sleep either. No part of my body could calm down enough to go back to sleep. My mind was going a mile a minute and my heart was pounding out of my chest. I felt my pulse through every part of my body, right down to my toes. Not to mention I no longer had a pillow. I’m not sure if I was still recovering from my dream, nervous about the possibility of having another dream, or anxious about the outcome with my dad’s attempts to contact Delphina.
    To pass the time, I listened to the rambling thoughts of my neighbors. Most were at work around this time, so the entertainment was rather sparse. One of my middle-aged housewife neighbors was supposed to be working out to her aerobics video, but decided to sit on the couch and watch the video while she ate a piece of pie she baked the night before. A teen was sneaking back into her house after playing hooky from school and texting her boyfriend that the coast was clear. Another neighbor, an older man named Mr. Gibbins, who was in his 70s, got a kick out of what he called his “nudie magazines”.
    I cringed as his thoughts became rather graphic.
    One thing that bothered me the most about my telepathic gift was when people thought of sex and masturbation. The last thing I wanted to hear was an old man’s mental conversation with a magazine bunny as he got off. Some people had seriously sick sexual desires and knowing their secrets was definitely not the highlight of my day.
    Hoping to busy my mind and block out the sexual escapades of my overzealous neighbor, I reached for the small sketchpad and colored pencils I kept on the nightstand beside my bed. Opening to an empty page, I began my sketch of her. My rendition of last night’s vision paled in comparison to her loveliness. Of course, none of my sketches ever did her beauty any justice.
    This sketch would be a close-up of her face, just a hint of her hair covered by the thick parka, and of course, her eyes, sparkling with millions of stars swathing the night sky. Her lips were moist and glistening as snow flurries melted against her warm skin.
    My almost-finished sketch was interrupted by thoughts of an overbearing, but loving, mother trekking her way up my steps.
    My mom, who was not telepathic in any way, knew how to project her thoughts directly to me. She knew that if she thought of speaking to me out loud, I would hear her over the constant rumble of other’s thoughts mixed in my head.
    I guess she also knew I wasn’t eating much lately, because I could hear her thoughts clear as crystal as she climbed the last landing of steps up to my apartment.
    I’m bringing you some lunch whether you like it or not, Jonah. So if you want any say in what you get, you better bring your butt out of your room and spend some time with me. Most of the time, she would knock on the door or call and speak to me in person, even though she always knew I would hear her thoughts long before she actually reached the parking lot. But, somehow, she could tell I was not up for conversation today. I had to admit, I had been a little difficult to be around over the past month.
    She brought the fixings to make chicken salad sandwiches, which was perfectly fine in my book. Although, she was insisting on me drinking water instead of coke, which made me roll my eyes. That was one thing I wouldn’t have a choice on, in spite of the fact I actually did drag my ass out of my bedroom.
    Quickly getting showered and dressed, and leaving the mess of down feathers all over my room, I ambled my way to the kitchen where my mom had my food ready and waiting on the snack bar.
    “You always know how to make your boy smile,” I said as I gave her a light peck on the cheek. “Thank you for lunch.”
    “Oh, you’re welcome, Jonah,” my mom said as she turned and gave me a tight hug. “What are your plans for today?”
    “I’m waiting for a package, and then I need to do something at Lavendine before I meet with the director at