I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that beautiful big green fig tree.
I went cold with envy. I felt dull and flat and full of shattered visions.
I started adding up all the things I couldn't do.
The silence between us is embarrassing.
I shut my eyes and the music broke over me like a rainstorm.
- Ha! I echoed hollowly.