1.
I was living in a very nice one bedroom apartment with Pat. We were in a city that looked old, based on the buildings I could see from the windows. It was a quaint little place. Down the hall was another unit that my mother was cleaning, believing we might want to live in it. I went to look at it. It was nice, but the windows were smaller, and there were no windows in the kitchen or bathroom. The covers on the bed were burgundy and I touched a sheet of plastic that encased them. I decided we did not want that place, that Pat would not like the colors (primarily burgundy) and that I wanted the place we had with all the windows. I also noticed, after my mom left, that there was a piano with a candleabra on top, lit, and some random pieces of lingerie spilled over the piano. I recognized them by how funky they looked--clearly vintage--and realized the apartment had been vacated by Claire.
2.
Some sort of film festival was going on in Olympia. I had been sitting on the cement, like at a fair, with lots of people milling around, and I was painting my leggings under my dress with bright red paint. I was a little annoyed that the paint was getting on the hem of my dress. I had a thick paintbrush and I enjoyed painting all the way up my leggings and my thick socks, even my shoes.
Inside the theater I saw Eliza teaching a class. I was next to Melanie, and she was asking me questions about the symposium and the 'performance' Eliza was giving. I was reading a book that the film we had watched was based on--something to do with a little girl. Something sweet, some kind of classic tale. The cover of my little red book fell off. I kept seeing a couple walk by, a man and a woman, and I was very envious because I had long ago had a crush on the man (but now can't remember exactly who he was--Chris Heeter? I don't know).
