I need to submit pages to class today. It's early morning and I'm rushing it. The phone rings. It's mom from Iran. She tells me she's just awaken from a coma (caused by "concussion" as she fluently describes). I kick myself for not having called her in the last few weeks, but am still not very pleased with her tone. Is she trying to taunt me for not calling her?
A middle-aged couple (whom I know have been walking into the house a lot lately) walk in and stand at a corner talking. I need to rush to class. Want to embarrass them by asking "Do you want me to leave the door open for you?" But they don't even hear me. They walk to a corner and start fidgeting with a cable on the wall, or maybe a gass pipe, I'm not sure.
The glass-paned backdoor (which didn't use to be there a minute ago) opens and in walks my cousin (much smaller that he must be right now, but looking exavctly like how I remember him). He is not happy about school. Takes off his clothes and throws them at a corner, grumpy.
I rush out, it's getting late for class. It's still dark out there. I remember I haven't written a page. Fuck it, I have to go anyway.
There are large rescue huskies on the street, with complete red cross gear. One darts towards me of course. I run away but the dog shoots by. I turn back to walk across the junction but a second husky follows. This one's more black than white. I don't run away but do the good old trick. I jump into the air and float up there until he's gone. Fuck, I should've written a page at least.
