At Least They're Committed

“Walking” the other night was a disaster. All I saw was death, pestilence, overpopulation, relatives I’d hoped never to run into again, and men I respected drinking frou-frou coffees, bragging about who they were banging and admitting they believe I could be non-human. It was all so wrong. GDA says we weren’t walking then. That, yes, we walked but that I don’t seem to remember any of it. He says I was just dreaming. Phew. I’d forgotten how weird my dreams are when I don’t use a sleep aid.