a short excerpt from a book i'm working on

i had a dream once where i was choking on bubblegum in the middle of a department store.

i was working and you came in and stared at me with teeth and you ran off.
My boss, that i had never met, told me you were on the floor and that i should go talk to you - considering i was the manager on duty.

But i couldn't hear a word he said and i had to ask him to repeat himself a few times and he got mad and said i could only hear the good things.
i apologized and i went to you crumpled in the aisle of a department store.

But my boss lead me somewhere different
and she was a woman now and she brought me to a bathroom not knowing we knew each other and you were sweaty and gross and you puked in a garbage bag.
i told my boss to leave.

i tried to get you to walk and we did i think because before long we were back in that stupid fucking department store with it's fucking terrible music.

You fell down and i went to help you but you were upset.
You yelled at me saying it was my fault you were like this and i had a hard time believing that.

"you left me"

You didn't believe me so i tried showed you with my words but i was choking on bubblegum that had lost it's flavor
and i went to spit it out but i got some on a little girl's shirt and her sister pulled it off using a plastic bag as a glove
and when i got back you had fainted and dry heaved by a pair of these olive green coloured dress pants that i really wanted to try on.

Two of my lazy friends wanted to help her instead of working and i told them that i was doing it and that they should leave but they kept at it.
They looked concerned but i couldn't buy it.
"fuck off" i said.

and then i grabbed the pants and they were too big and i didn't get a chance to grab another pair that would fit perfectly - i was sure - because you were too busy dry heaving all over them.

fuck you, also i'm sorry.