Last night at my friend’s house I was told I had bad dreams and cried out in my sleep. Great. I remember feeling bad in my sleep (I know that sounds strange), but I don’t recall any specifics. I think tonight my friend could tell I was feeling scared about going home, and he offered to rent a movie for us. Then I started falling asleep on the couch and he told me to go to his room to go to sleep. He insisted on taking the couch, though I would have felt better if I slept on the couch.

It’s nice sleeping here, but eventually I have to go home. Perhaps the fact that I can hear him cutting his toenails in the next room will motivate me to be fine with going home tomorrow …