it’s day. i’m driving in a fast car. it’s white out, but not cold. i am driving by a mall and miss the entrance. the mall looks like promenade, or maybe the mall on steeles out east from yonge street. i ram into reverse gear and do a stuntman type turn to get into parking lot.

nicole de boer from star trek, ezri dax. she looks normal. we talk and proceed. she knows me. fade to black.

i am in room 126, it looks the same. i’m with anele. the bed creaks like it normally does and i am happy and ignorant. we lie in each others arms and fall asleep.

i am walking up the stair to the second floor of a wooden house. it’s like a big treehouse like they have in swiss family robinson. it’s night, the air is hot. i am sweating because of heat. i am calm, yet anxious. i see ria sitting on a cot. i approach her and we talk, she says something along the lines of “size matters but you definitely don’t have to worry”. i am calmed, we proceed.

michelle and i are locked on each other. there is a party. ric is there. it is akward, especially when i step into the kitchen. flirting. passion. i can see ric’s reflection against the metallic fridge. chuckling in the other room, a shadow steps this way. i’m sweating and then i panic, the shadow steps back. i am relieved and pleasured.