Why I like the rain, and why a dream is different during the day

Why I like the rain, and why a dream is different during the day

The sun shines through the window across all the stuffed animals Lala left behind in her room. It rained last night. There’s a rabbit sitting outside of my window, staring at me. So skinny I can see its ribs. The ghost of my grandmother comes and visits me every morning around this time, but today it’s just the rabbit. I believe in science, but she comes anyway. Science says if things move fast enough, they disappear. So we don’t really exist. We’re just moving slow enough to see what’s going on around us. Home Mom watches TV on the couch. Tucker must be around somewhere. I don’t hear him like I usually do when I get home from school. It’s hot. Mom has the fan blowing right on her face so no one else can get any. The AC is broken and all we have is that one fan. She hogs it all to herself. Except for the one Tucker uses in the garage but that one is built into the wall so we can’t move it anywhere else. We don’t have any cereal left. I make myself a peanut butter sandwich instead. Food doesn’t last as long when it’s this hot. If we leave the bread sitting out for just a week it turns green and moldy. That happened once and mom got so mad at me I thought she might beat me to death, even though it wasn’t my fault. She said to me, If I put food on the table and you don’t want to eat it then I might as well not put any food...