How conventional! I was sinking into my bed, my body a lodestone, flames enveloping me from beneath, and the only way to release the dead-weight and stop the fall was to cry out, “I believe in Christ! I believe in Christ!” A pretty big statement for one born without the faith gene, don’t you agree? The horror was outside me, though, for days later, while driving to class, I looked in the rear-view mirror and saw that big baleful red sun and knew it was watching me, you and everyone else, and that we were all in this shit together.