yesterday we read the boston globe magazine and I invented breakfast, we drove to plymouth. there was a bible in the stacks of magazines, there were pictures of a woman no one knew, so I made up stories. falling asleep, waking up, dreaming of M and his pet dragon, of swimming across the harbor. waking me up and

my grandfather's name is george, but everyone calls him pete. the story's decent but sometimes it's better to just laugh and wonder.

ash @ 8:06 PM