The One Where It’s Midweek in Paris

Date: 10/27/2024

I’m in Paris with my mom, Tita Vicki, Renee, and some other women (I think from my family). We’re staying in a fancy apartment and I realize that we’ve been here for several days but haven’t gone anywhere. I turn to Renee and say, “Here’s what we’re gonna do…” and see that she looks intrigued. I tell her that we’re going to spend the next two days eating at fancy restaurants, visiting the Eiffel Tower, and reading books. I imagine her finishing The Outsiders and me finishing Harry Potter (although I’m actually reading Lord of the Rings) … I’m standing in a hallway in the doorway of a bathroom when Blane drops something glass — possibly a vase — on the floor. It shatters and I realize that I’m bleeding on my leg and from my stomach through my shirt. Blane tells me to show him the cut — possibly to try to fix it — and I lift up my shirt to find that my stomach is covered in thick curly hair. I’m horrified … I’m somewhere with Peyton when she tried to help me take my 1SE. At first, I think she’s doing it wrong, but when she hands me a photograph with a sepia tone, I decide that she knows what she’s doing … I look down at my hand to find that my finger is insanely swollen and I can’t get my ring off.