I began writing this tonight, this is what I have so far: CHAPTER 1 A storm wakes me. I find myself longing for the dream. A constant companion of mine these days. This dream is all that remains from a time before. Before what? Something that now lingers in the back of my mind like someone you met only once and are now trying to remember again. In my dream I’m not alone. In my dream I am younger. Everything is, in my dream, as it once was and shadows of things gone remain in these vivid flashes of augmented memory. I stretch. The sleeping bag restricts me. A moment ago it was a comfort. Now, it’s a cocoon that I must emerge from. The zipper is tough to move at first but it finally gives, allowing me to free myself, and I stand fully awake. My clothes are where I placed them before going to bed, neatly folded, neatly placed, on a desk nearby. I think of the first few nights sleeping without my clothes, after realizing my clothes would remain clean or as close to clean as possible, and t...