THE DREAM
I am standing in a living room with a pornographic paperback in my hand.
I have a little bit of warning that a giant wave is coming. Can I put my book somewhere that it won’t get wet?
The wave comes; it is so tall that it curves over me and crashes in foam that is like whipped egg white. But I am left in an airspace. I can breathe, and the book is not wet yet, but there is no safe dry place I can put it.
A second wave arches over me, leaving an airspace and this frothy foam. This time the air feels somewhat restricted--I am breathing, but I don’t seem to be getting enough oxygen. I keep breathing, but I am getting worried I will soon run out of air.
I know that eventually I will get completely wet--the book, too.
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