He couldn’t make sense of his dreams. He could only remember random, disconnected moments. Like that one part when he’d slid down an abandoned water park slide wearing a classy business suit. Or the other where he asked strangers if they’d seen his robot.
None of that mattered right now.
What mattered was that he start his morning ritual and acknowledge the creature sitting outside the bedroom door.
Jake swung his legs over the side of his bed, leaned forward and reluctantly made eye contact with Maddox. He resented inheriting this ancient, ugly beast and worried he might be invincible.