Farmer

He wondered how it was that dreams could carry a day, whether good or bad. If bad, it was as if a person woke up and their mind fairly ached, and the early morning reality of chores, breakfast, and driving to school lacked the energy to assert itself enough to dispel the dream. But the same was true if the dreams were particularly good, or if they were poxerful sexual dreams which Joseph recognized most people had. You could dream about a homely girl and in class the next day she would be cast in a new, Strange light though it tended to dissipate as the day grew. Dreams had the power to fool with reality, sometimes in a pathetic way...

Dawn. A soiled, yellowish light comes in the window. It is cloudy. A nude girl stand next to the bed. She rubs her face hard and sighs. She goes into the bathroom and looks into a shaving kit for aspirin and takes three. She nearly teteches with the water but it passes. The water tastes like chlorine, vomit, and wine. She shakes the man awake.