I'm reading this book about mothers. I try to call mom but it goes to voicemail. She can't retrieve messages so i hang up. As I read I think of a memory and I'm sure now I wrote it before but I'm thinking it now, so, I woke up, mom woke me up, upstairs in the townhouse in Charleston. There was a party downstairs and mom shook me hard and said I hate you and I was terrified. The moment before, I was in a deep sleep and I didn't know if it was real, I thought how could mom hate me, even in a dream.