Chapter .33.

My past is an armor I cannot take off, no matter how many times you tell me the war is over. -Jessica Katoff *** It's like a dream. One of those visions you have in your sleep where you wake up happy, yet you don't know why. You can't remember what it was about. You can't recall what left you waking up smiling, or why you felt at peace opening your eyes to the world. It's not until later that day, maybe even months, that you stop, and it hits you what the dream was about. The peace settles over you. You smile. And then you go back to reality. The windows are down, air blowing past and pushing my hair and his fur. Orion's head lays in my lap. He's been asleep the majority of the car ride, the sense of the truck rocking back and forth adding in with the hum of the engine- all calculated into him eventually resting his head and closing his eyes.