Everything's Fine

The Perfect Life: Chapter Seven

The Smell of Frying Meats

There was a whimper, then Jamie’s eyes snapped open and he took a deep, ragged breath. He glanced around, and when he was satisfied that it was just a bad dream, he relaxed. It was the usual bad dream, the usual nightmare, with the usual cast. On one level, he thought, it was at least nice to see them again. He rolled over, reac…