Journal 142

Nothing to do but sleep and memorize the passages that Anna insists I memorize. I dreamt about my parents. I haven’t had a dream about them in ages. I miss them. In my dream, it was a warm day, and we were having a picnic. It was a lovely dream. My dream ended the moment Anna poured a glass of water on my head. It was a rude awakening.

I tried to get Anna to tell me about my friends. She refused to tell me anything. She kept repeating that the Will of Aloysius was the only thing that mattered. I wanted more information. I begged, I pleaded. I promised to do anything she asked of me if she would just tell me about my friends. I didn’t get any answers.