As I lay in my old bed, in the room I had grown up in, the room that held so many pleasant and near the end of my time here so many sad memories, my mind drifted somewhere between sleep and consciousness. While in this twilight state of mind that only someone who has ever suffered from insomnia can completely understand, my exhausted mind was assailed by a series of images from my past.

I was with Tommy at his parent's beach house in Newport. They were away and we had the place to ourselves. Taking full advantage of the fact that the yard was enclosed with a high fence,...