I Was Abducted

  I had nothing to eat until noon, when I drank a cup of
  coffee. Overwhelmed with nausea, I went zombie-like to
  the deli and bought a cheese sandwich. I put the sandwich
  in my backpack and went to go lie down.

  After I got into bed I hallucinated about a floating
  croissant. Then I got up after an hour and ate the
  sandwich. My lungs felt tight, as if squeezed. I tried
  to think of a plan for the day but my ambitions, like
  the sandwich, were indigestible. I felt off kilter, and
  I went back to sleep.

  Then I dreamed of the most wonderful afternoon. Light,
  breezy, I sat in a cafe by Tompkins Square Park. A man
  sat by the window eating strawberries and I could smell
  them from where I was. I had walked from 9th and 2nd,
  eating a yellow apple, and I thought over and over again
  how happy I was to walk and eat the apple.

  There wasn't noise, just the faded sounds of cars and
  skateboards and the man's fork against his bowl of
  strawberries. A lot of things were striking me as perfect,
  or approaching perfection, until I woke up.

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