Somewhere in my teenage years, I had picked up this simple concept: that perhaps, if I viewed myself as a lucky person, good things would happen to me.

You should drop so many vague dreams.

In my twilight, unfocused state I saw him almost as a spirit shape rather than a full blown person.

A more tangible form of confidence, not like the one I saw in high school.

A sleepwalking woman is accused of being unfaithful to her husband when she innocently awakens in another man's room.