hinkaboutitallthetime,”Miyakesaid.

    “Howareyougoingtodie?”

    “Lockedinsidearefrigerator,”hesaid.“Youknow.Ithappensallthetime.Somekidisplayingaroundinsidearefrigeratorthatsomebody’sthrownaway,andthedoorcloses,andthekidsuffocates.Likethat.”

    Thebiglogdippedtotheside,scatteringsparks.Miyakewatchedithappenbutdidnothing.Theglowoftheflamesspreadstrangelyunrealshadowsacrosshisface.

    “I’minthistightspatotaldarkness,andIdielittlebylittle.ItmightnotbesobadifIcouldjustplainsuffocate.Butitdoesn’tworkthatway.Atinybitofairmaogetinthroughsomecrack,soittakesareallylongtime.Iscream,butnobodyhearme.AndnobodynoticesI’mmissing.It’ssocrampedinthere,I’tmove.Isquirmandsquirm,butthedoorwon’topen.”

    Junkosaidnothing.

    “Ihavethesamedreamoverandover.Iinthemiddleofthenightdrenchedi.I’vebeendreamingaboutdyingslowlyinpitch-blaess,butevenafterI,thedreamdoeshisisthescariestpartofthedream.Iopenmyeyes,andmythroatisabsolutelydry.Igotothekitaherefrigerator.Ofcourse,Idon’thavearefrigerator,soIoughttorealizeit’sadream,butIstilldon’tnotice.I’mthinkingthere’ssomethingstrangegoingon,butIopenthedoor.Iherefrigeratorispitch-dark.Thelight’sout.Iwohere’sbeenapowerfailureandstickmyheadinside.Handsshootoutfromthedarknessandgrabmebytheneck.Coldhands.Deadpeople’shands.They’reincrediblystrong,aartdraggingmeinside.Iletoutahugescream,andthistimeIforreal.That’smydream.It’salwaysthesame.Always.Everylittledetail.AimeIhaveit,it’sjustasscaryasthelast.”

    Miyakepokedthebiglogwiththetipofabrandp