A Sailor, An Actress, and a Donkey

In other news regarding April

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A FEVER DREAM

A nice light pink tablecloth was spread out over the plastic table. One that your nan would’ve put out when it was your 5th birthday, with the matching banners. The one that somehow has managed to make it to the same age as you, if not ticking off the years a lot less tattered.

What I would consider a typical layout of chairs for a table of four is two side by side, then the other two opposite them. Instead, there’s me, at the head of the table, and the three chairs lined up opposite me, like I am at my own court hearing but with no defense.

I think that is what it is. What I am on trial for, I’m not sure. But the strangest thing isn’t that I am sat at a plastic table, with a table cloth that makes me think of old ladies, or the way our chairs are positioned, or that as I look down I see my feet are bolted to the floor. The strangest thing isn’t that my judges are a sailor, award winning actress Gwyneth Paltrow, and a donkey. No. The strangest thing is that I feel that I am in safe hands*.

*or hooves