Wake up, Caitlin, Mr. Lensing had said. But what he didn't underÂstand was that this dreamland was preferable, walking through this life half-sleeping, everything at arm's length or farther away. I understood those mermaids. I didn't care if they sang to me.All I wanted was to block out all the human voices as they called me name again and again, pulling me upward into light,to drown.
Sarah Dessen