We woke up as the sun set and tried to think what had been real.  A man dressed in fur who’s voice came out sideways. A dealer’s Hawaiian shirt shimmering and expanding until the whole bathroom became jungle-like; his smile disembodied from the rest of him. Dancing with Laura, who became a telly tubby and tried to make me one too; thinking that the music was pouring in my ears like water.

I feel fragile but happy; that I have friends who are beautiful even when my mind distorts them and blurs. That stand around me like little stars.

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