On the pavement. Abandoned dry clean store. Bridget is there. They’re all recording. I don't know what to say. They’re all watching, but I don’t have it all together. It's all…it’s all over the place. I think my clothes are inside but I can’t get in, it’s all closed, like for good. Abandoned, no one left inside and no lights on either, only the outside ones.
That dream of when we first went to the ocean as kids. Ernest collects washed up sea sponges. Mom lying in the shade. Me in the water, pretending to be a coast guard. I don’t realize how strong the waves are. One crashes down on top of me. I don’t see anything, just the feeling of my body in the water, thrashing. Completely out of control. This moment on the pavement feels the same.
