( No Title )
“So we were married, in the dream you were having? What did we even do?”
“We were poor. You worked in an office. I wrote novels. Real fucked up ones. We wrote together sometimes. Watched a lot of movies, drank a lot of wine. Had a lot of sex.”
“It almost sounds like you enjoyed it.”
“Heh. It was kinda nice, yeah. Still gonna rip the head off the guy responsible though.”
“I’m as excited for that as you are.”
“Good. … hey Mysty?”
“…yes, Victor?”
“We oughta write a book sometime, you and me. A real fucked up one.”
“…sure.”
Discussion ¬