Charlie Sopheric wasn’t an overly skinny man, yet wasn’t overweight either. He wasn’t tall, yet wasn’t short. He was what some would call, average; though he was far from it. His half oval framed spectacles often complimented his long face, though he only wore them when reading. He kept his hair cut short and layered…

It all started as soon as I was tall enough to reach the keys. I’m six. I find myself waking in a panic, not knowing that this would haunt my daydreams and nightmares until the last time I turned my brain off. If uncle Charlie ever knew about these dreams he’d be at my bedside…