Please help me welcome Terry. He is fabulous.

I heard a voice when I got in bed this morning. I had just finished making the last post and closed my eyes hoping for sleep. I saw his face, too. Would you believe I have my own inner drag queen? I do. He was half made up. He looked like he had just stepped away from his face cloth and jar of cold cream in mid swipe. His hair was still tied back to keep it out of his face. He leaned over me and said, "I see the little girl coming now, Lynn." He was smiling. My immediate feeling was panic, but that didn't come from him. It came from just the fact of being addressed by a person who I knew was not 'real'. And also because of what he said. I'm afraid of the little girl because of what she might bring with her. But then I looked at Terry's face again. He was happy about the little girl. The thought of her made me want to flee, but not Terry. He looked like he was ready to throw confetti and dance the conga. I dreamed. He was with me there, too. There were rats. I wasn't happy about that, but Terry told me that I could not be hurt because they couldn't get inside my body. I wonder if Terry has been in here all along like Jenny has. I like him.