I dream about Peter again. I feel his warmth in my arms. He looks so tiny. I smell his sweet milky breath and the baby shampoo on his face. He makes gurgling sleepy sounds. It almost sounds like he’s purring.
A big black octopus oozes through the door. He’s so big that his whole body and tentacles can’t fit through the door at once. He seems to be made of slime. I want to run away, to take Peter away from him but my arms and legs won’t move. I hear his schlurpy movem...