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I'm walking in the park with Tammy and ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
elanya. They keep discussing someone named Desdemona. Apparently, Desdemona was recently buried. They keep going on and on about her until finally I blurt, "Who the fuck is Desdemona?"
They stare at me in surprise. "You mean, you don't know?" asks Elanya.
"Of course I don't know! Why would I ask who she is if I already knew?"
Tammy says, "She's the main character in my book."
"What book?"
"That book," Tammy says, pointing at me.
I look down and realize I'm encased in a hardcover book with a powder-grey dust jacket. I leap into the air, somersault three times. While I'm twirling in the air, I spin right out of the book and land naked on my feet in the grass. I reach out and catch the book. It looks like a schmaltzy romance novel.
"What's it about?" I ask.
Tammy rolls her eyes. "I thought we were friends. Why didn't you read my book? Friends support one another."
"I didn't even know you were interested in writing," I said.
Elanya sighs and says, "The book is about Desdemona--Desi. She's a very quiet girl who tries to keep beneath everyone's notice. But she becomes a terrorist."
And then I wake up.
elanya. They keep discussing someone named Desdemona. Apparently, Desdemona was recently buried. They keep going on and on about her until finally I blurt, "Who the fuck is Desdemona?"They stare at me in surprise. "You mean, you don't know?" asks Elanya.
"Of course I don't know! Why would I ask who she is if I already knew?"
Tammy says, "She's the main character in my book."
"What book?"
"That book," Tammy says, pointing at me.
I look down and realize I'm encased in a hardcover book with a powder-grey dust jacket. I leap into the air, somersault three times. While I'm twirling in the air, I spin right out of the book and land naked on my feet in the grass. I reach out and catch the book. It looks like a schmaltzy romance novel.
"What's it about?" I ask.
Tammy rolls her eyes. "I thought we were friends. Why didn't you read my book? Friends support one another."
"I didn't even know you were interested in writing," I said.
Elanya sighs and says, "The book is about Desdemona--Desi. She's a very quiet girl who tries to keep beneath everyone's notice. But she becomes a terrorist."
And then I wake up.
