That was possible

Still, he wasn't convinced it wouldn't be too much trouble to bring it all up again. It would certainly be easier if he could speak to someone about it himself, but he knew that wasn't really possible.

Before long, their conversation turned towards other things, but he remained distracted throughout the rest of the afternoon. As soon as they finished eating, he quickly got up to return to his room.

The thought of talking to his mother about the nightmare bothered him far more than he would have expected.

Not only was it bothering him, but he also feared that it could become a real concern. If he told her about it, it was highly likely she wouldn't approve.

In fact, she would most likely tell him to forget about talking to her about it, to let it go, and to move on with his life. It was almost as if she wanted him to suffer all over again.

However, he knew that she wasn't going to allow that. That's why he didn't want to say anything until after Christmas vacation was over. He was a