My perspective alternated between watching myself and then being myself.
I saw myself wearing an elaborate outfit. It was composed of several red shawls and skirts overlapping one another into a loose dress. The red was rich and beautiful. I kept walking up and down a cement sidewalk in a park--on one end was Melanie and other people who were friends but unrecognizable; on the other was the view of the city.
Melanie had loaned me $5 but wanted it back right away. I showed her my wallet and the lone dollar bill crumpled in it. I walked back to the view of the city with the intention of going further away from the other side of the park.
