Mark's Pages

July 26, 2010:

She made a cheesecake for my birthday.

That night I dreamt we were on an island in a river that went through her hometown. We rowed to shore in a little skiff, and when we reached land, she was gone. Where is she? I walked through town asking directions to her street: disapproving looks from all the good people, me in green cutoffs and shades, carrying a mop across both shoulders. Unacceptable behavior. And who is this? The person I'm with?

I was unhappy. Over whole weeks we barely spoke. A few days later I learned the truth.