“Didn’t really work..two eight year olds climbing into a pretty small bed…they still let us stay though. That was fun….You know Bee, I don’t think I have any good memories without you. The first thing I can remember is you hitting me over the head with a bouncy ball…”
“And that was a good memory? ” I asked and he rolled his eyes at me.
“I have to tell you something Bee.” Trey looked…nervous?
He opened his mouth slowly…delibirating. And then the bathroom door opened. Nick came over to us to get to his bunk.
“What’s up,” yawn, “guys?”
Trey blushed. “Nothing…going to bed.”
“And I guess I am too.” I was really confused.

It took me a long time to fall asleep..and when I did all my dreams were confusing and twisted. The one thing that remained the same in all of them though, was Trey.