My name is Max Vandenburg. All my life, I've been scared of men standing over me. I suppose my first standover man was my father but he vanished before i could remember him. I like to fight, but i lost a-lot of times with some boy standing over me.
Many years later, I needed to hide. I tried not to sleep because i was afraid of who might be there when i woke up. But i was lucky. It was always my friend.
When I was hiding. I dreamed of a certain man. The hardest was when I traveled to find him. Out of sheer luck and many footstep, I made it.
I slept for 3 days. And when I woke up I found, not a man, but someone else standing over me. As time passed by the girl and i realised we had things in common.
Now, I live in a basement Bad dreams still live in my sleep.One night after my usual nightmare, a shadow stood above me. She said, "Tell me what you dream of" So i did. I return, she explained what her own dreams were made of.
Now i think we are friends. This girl and me. On her birthday, it was she who gave a gift to me. It makes me understand that the best standover man i have ever known is not a man at all.