Dream
I'm with someone else. She's lying beside me, cold. She's been dead for a few hours. We broke into this place this morning and no one knows we're here, so when I leave tonight no one will find her for quite some time. I've pretty much forgotten about her even though her body is lying here. I didn't kill her. She killed herself. I met her yesterday on the strip. She doesn't matter to me. She never did.