““Sometimes,’ he said, ‘sometimes I think I know why. Sometimes I have a dream, a bad dream, and I wake up and I think, “I know now. I know what’s wrong.” Not just you not catching pregnant – everything. Everything that’s wrong with my life.’ ‘Stanley, nothing’s wrong with your life!’ ‘I don’t mean from inside,’ he said. ‘From inside is fine. I’m talking about outside. Something that should be over and isn’t. I wake up from these dreams and think, “My whole pleasant life has been nothing but the eye of some storm I don’t understand.” I’m afraid. But then it just … fades. The way dreams do.””
