A strange dream……
It is 11 a.m. I know that, although I don’t look at a clock. I am in a large house. I don’t know that I have ever seen this house before, but it is comfortable and familiar. I want a shot of vodka.
I know that I never have had vodka at 11 in the morning. I know that it is a depraved thing to do; it is something that only an alcoholic would do. I know I am not an alcoholic.
But it is 11 a.m., and I want a shot of vodka.
I take the alcohol from the freezer and pour the drink. I am afraid someone will discover me. People come in and out of the room. I am very sneaky. I stand with it in front me facing the wall. I cup my hand over the small glass. I have a number of tricks. No one guesses what I am up to.
Now, no one is in the room. I feel safe. I sit in a chair. I pick up a book. I start to read, and to sip.
A woman, whom I don’t recognize, an older woman, comes into the room. I know she sees me. I can no longer hide it. I decide instead to act like it is the most normal thing in the world. She says hello, and walks by leaving the room.
I wonder if she will tell on me.
I wake up.