I had a dream—and you were there, and you, and you. There were leftovers from some feast that included food that was vaguely hawaiian or asian (filipino, chinese). I started eating before I remembered that I wasn't supposed to be eating. I didn't want to stop. I started sucking on the food until all the flavor was out. I ran into another room crying.
People were waving large plates of food in my face. And you. And you too. Plates full of everything I wanted. Plates full of everything I want.
It sucks that, on day three, this shit is infiltrating my dreams. I take chewable vitamins with my breakfast shake—there's a slight solace! Something in my mouth.
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