Tuesday, 03.02.04

Winter dreamt of me.

She saw me seated between vflaire and an officemate whose face didn’t register in her memory, declaring that I’m on a diet. My props include a pack of healthy food within my gym-friendly bag. Roll your eyes.

Winter finds this unusual since I, according to her, am the last person to succumb to the lure of fat-shedding. She sees herself to me in this dream.