Pancakes.
Let me first start off by saying I am a first time aunt.
Millie Marie Cusack.
"Oh hey, I didnt know you were hanging out here. Whatre you..uh, doing here?"
"He asked me to hang out so....Im here."
You smell like booze and smoke.
This is very odd. Two people I know, who dont know eachother.
Back into the house I was at- sat down and everything blurred away.
You know, like most dreams do at certain parts.
I have trouble remembering the gaps between or how the transitions are made.
This morning I woke up almost laughing at the events my head created last night.
Next time I walk back into the alley I see her again. She looks slightly more intoxicated and turning pale.
"Im not feeling very good."
"I can see that."
We gather around her body and the lights go out in her eyes.
"We're going to need to take her to a doctor" No one else is stressed by this- fade out to black.
Now we're traveling to the nearest town (since apparently we were in the middle of no where?) and I break down.
"Look at these!"
I pull out ziplocs full of pancakes.
"They arent going to be able to bring her back from this! We made it worse!"
Someone comforts me and we keep walking.
This is all I remember up to. That we baked Katie Kirk into pancakes to transport her to the hospital. But not like bloody pancakes and bones- more like picture pieces of her that you knew were in the middle of them.
Im pretty sure that watching 'I Love Lucy' before going to sleep had some effect on it, not so much the body part, more so the situation and maybe the pancakes.
So, Im sorry Katie.
Real post later tonight- when I have better internet.
Weekend was good. Pretty prettty pretty good.
Millie Marie Cusack.
"Oh hey, I didnt know you were hanging out here. Whatre you..uh, doing here?"
"He asked me to hang out so....Im here."
You smell like booze and smoke.
This is very odd. Two people I know, who dont know eachother.
Back into the house I was at- sat down and everything blurred away.
You know, like most dreams do at certain parts.
I have trouble remembering the gaps between or how the transitions are made.
This morning I woke up almost laughing at the events my head created last night.
Next time I walk back into the alley I see her again. She looks slightly more intoxicated and turning pale.
"Im not feeling very good."
"I can see that."
We gather around her body and the lights go out in her eyes.
"We're going to need to take her to a doctor" No one else is stressed by this- fade out to black.
Now we're traveling to the nearest town (since apparently we were in the middle of no where?) and I break down.
"Look at these!"
I pull out ziplocs full of pancakes.
"They arent going to be able to bring her back from this! We made it worse!"
Someone comforts me and we keep walking.
This is all I remember up to. That we baked Katie Kirk into pancakes to transport her to the hospital. But not like bloody pancakes and bones- more like picture pieces of her that you knew were in the middle of them.
Im pretty sure that watching 'I Love Lucy' before going to sleep had some effect on it, not so much the body part, more so the situation and maybe the pancakes.
So, Im sorry Katie.
Real post later tonight- when I have better internet.
Weekend was good. Pretty prettty pretty good.