Lou opens his eyes. He’s back in his room. Morning light comes through the curtains, thin and grey, and he lies there for a moment just breathing, feeling the mattress under his back and the blanket heavy on his chest…normal things. Real things. He sits up slowly. The dream is already starting to blur at the edges, the way dreams do, forgetting the details, but the feeling of it stays. He looks at the door across the room. He always sleeps with it closed. It's open now, just a crack, letting in a bit of light from the hallway outside.