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Cocaine for Breakfast, Cereal for Lunch

[Act One] I had a dream.

Ashleigh M.
2 min readJul 8, 2017

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Scene I: In a State of Cyclic Limbo

I make plans to see my best friend.

“What to do with my sister?”

{I have no idea where my parents are. It appears they don’t exist.}

I drag sis around town, and we continuously loop back to the beginning. At a point we catch the bus. Now, I’m driving. I have no idea whose car it is, or where it’s come from, but a cop is pulling us over. I’m frantically searching for my ID. Everyone knows permit arrest is not a hot way to go.

{Sister disappears.}

Scene II: The Dead Girl

I end up at this party. Let’s thank teleportation for the change of scene.

I find myself staring at a dead Margot (aka. Cara Delevigne) from Paper Towns. Or she was dead. Intuition.

Believe it or Not! ft. Ripley

Scene III: You Again

The moment when the party ends, and I return to hell is unclear, but somehow, I find myself stuck in the cycle once again.

{Enter: Forever Friend}

She met me halfway! More than half way, considering I never truly left…?

Meet me halfway. Right at the borderline, that’s where I’m gonna wait — for you

Scene IV: Well Sh*t

[Her Apartment] “She has a boyfriend!”

A skinny, photograph-taking, c*ckring-owning boyfriend.

[Note: the two adjectives are completely unrelated]

A mounted pad projects holograms of their messages. God knows why anyone would own such a device. Think Google and Apple had a baby on speed.

So now I’m standing, yet to be introduced, and contemplating what I’ve just seen. “What occasion could possibly require such a message?” I know more than I should.

We smoke and I soon realize I won’t be cuddled, loved, or shown affection.

[Note: the fulfillment of such promises is the SOLE reason for my visit]

She’s not supposed to have a boyfriend.

And when the hell did she get her own place?

Scene V.I: We’re Not Bump Bros

He asked if we wanted a bump.

I decline and sit to the side.

The high makes it 10x more awkward.

Scene V.II: Bye Bump Bro

I escape to the bathroom. And find glitter?!

Like a sneaky fox, I rub some on my hands. Feeling scandalous.

Final Scene: Dipp

I thought I sneaked them, but they sneaked me.

The tub is full. The scene is set. They’re taking a f*cking bath.

A glitter bath!

I left.

  • this is a real dream i had, i have many dreams of this nature, interpret if you please because i haven’t

she was sweet ← P R E V I O U S

N E X T → CONFESSIONS OF A SPENDTHRIFT

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Ashleigh M.
Ashleigh M.

Written by Ashleigh M.

Comfort-obsessed, unfixed being. Always trying. Continually coming to be. Currently working on Dark Matter: the publication where unspoken thoughts find words.

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