An Old Friend

Date: 7/17/2016

The air is as dense as the sky is dark, punctured only by a very faint blue artificial light that ebbs and flows about the scene: brighter, dim, brighter. I stand at the bottom of a stairwell out of breath--desperately searching for an old friend, nicknamed "Nny." I started running up the stairwell, my chest heaving and swelling with emotion, as I screamed out her name. When I reached her, she was with Mimi, another old friend, and some other girl I didn't recognize. Nny had now become a he, which I accepted immediately. And was in a polycule relationship which consisted of the three people I saw before me. That part was a little harder to grasp, as Nny had been homophobic a while back. I remembered I needed to tell him something incredibly important--but I woke up just before I said what it was.