Walk Away, a memoir

Nightmares & Dreams

Shadowed person on a road in fog with one arm lifted. In the background, a car driving away.
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Quick movements near my head still made me jump. Recurring dreams of Jimmy woke me on nights when I was not passed out drunk, and although I drank hard and often, that hair-of-the-dog cure never worked for me, and so I didn’t drink every day. At first, I jerked awake from the dreams when reaching out to touch him. Later, I woke with my heart pounding, gasping for breath from trying to run on feet that stuck…