She woke up — Angela that is — after a nightmare and was grumpy like a child — wah wah wah I had a nightmare. But I love Angela, I adore Angela, I dote on her, cater to her, stroke her — Angela love love love her. So I go to her and her wah wahs and I stroke her head and say, that sounds like a terrible nightmare after she tells me. Then I say, let’s make this have a happier ending, and then I tell her a story:
…and then after that, you free yourself, see justice win, and get many calls from people inspired by your bravery.
It makes me thinksy, wah wah, about dreams, and how they can own us or we can own them.
Angela. Such sweet puffy cheeks.