Bounds your arms rope smudged face
Ready to begin
Everything blurred. You are not yourself. You are a body in a dream, ready for whatever he and his friends have planned for you.
Then He walks into the room. He is crystal clear, unlike the others. You are ashamed and embarrassed, suddenly, like Eve caught slurping fructose in the presence of the Lord.
You know him from somewhere. "He's that guy," you think.
You wake up.
