“No, Paul look atme, I don’t wanna…gotabed.”

“Paul lissen to mee.. let’sz jush fuck, come onI’m ….. I’m want to try it.. “

you put your hand on his thigh, he lets you and it’s slowly starting to dawn on you that he is no where drunk as you are.

“What was that?” He asks,

You pout, being misunderstood.

“Did you ask me if i want to fuck?, come on sweetie, you’re hammered.”

He scoops you up and carries you to the bed.

You mumbles something about the LochNess Monster and fall asleep.

•••••<Dream Erin is walking on a trail near a creek that feels familiar without context, its fall the leaves are changing*dreamshift*you’re running very fast suddenly, if you leap you almost start flying, you run like that with out getting tired>•••••

*Consciousness finds you again* “you once again return to the world of survival horror. “ you groan.

“I heard that nerd, get up, I made you pancakes. It’s 8:30, we gotta get on the road in an hour.” Paul shouts from the kitchen.

You are so hung over you don’t think you’ll ever be able to move again. You’re in Paul’s bed, he has good sheets, there’s a huge glass of water on the night table, next to it with an acetaminophen. You are immeasurably grateful to this man in this moment.

You jump out of bed and go to his attached bathroom, and take the medicine before a quick rinse.