November 20 from Blue Dreams
Marianne's tiny kitchen. On the countertops, a buffet of food is already here - pizza, pasta, hamburgers, cold cuts sandwiches, and chips. And Fanta says he has used his magic and created a food court here. "Everything out of oats," he says.
"Is this real?" And I mean is she real - Waterpark Mom, Shade, all of them. I don't finish these thoughts, even Waterpark Mom is silent. Occasions mix in my mind - Thanksgiving and Christmas, the holiday parties last year, math club competition, and prom.
I open the patio door and try to swim away from the inside and let the ocean swallow me up just like Beast said it would.
I imagine he's here, checking out the hot bar and ordering a steak burger and fries or maybe he's at the deli.
"Thought we'd have an early holiday dinner," Marianne says.
She carries in bags of groceries. The food court disappears, so do my friends - I listen to the echoes of our conversations on their way out.
"Is this real?" And I mean is she real - Waterpark Mom, Shade, all of them. I don't finish these thoughts, even Waterpark Mom is silent. Occasions mix in my mind - Thanksgiving and Christmas, the holiday parties last year, math club competition, and prom.
I open the patio door and try to swim away from the inside and let the ocean swallow me up just like Beast said it would.
I imagine he's here, checking out the hot bar and ordering a steak burger and fries or maybe he's at the deli.
"Thought we'd have an early holiday dinner," Marianne says.
She carries in bags of groceries. The food court disappears, so do my friends - I listen to the echoes of our conversations on their way out.
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