A Sweaty Boy
3 min readSep 23, 2019
When I was in first grade , we lived in a small house in St. Paul. My parents converted the tiny attic into a bedroom for me.
One night I had a very vivid and scary dream. (I don’t remember, but perhaps I had a cold and maybe my parents gave me some Robitussin.) It was a terrifying dream and I recall retelling it to different friends and family members over the years.