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On that day the night was built from ink and clouds spilled like oil across the lake. My shadow seemed to move faster than I did and my footsteps were black in gravel. I asked her where I was going, and she said, "there."

I awoke later later later and in the dawn. My feet were cold like ice and my nose was on fire. Awake I turned over and saw enormous cats crawling up my walls like liquid beasts of legendary renown. Pangolins serenaded me in the dark of the dawn, with voices like songbird's.

What could I do then but to awake and stand on my icicle feet dreaming of their breaking? Like brittle marshmallows I stepped on the carpet and walked there. Good lord but I was tired and my feet were cold. My nose was on fire.

I stood in front of my mirror and sink and from the spout crept those incredible beasts the pangolins. Their voices sang songs I could not deny beauty stroked me from their fickle anteater tongues. I looked in the mirror and only saw myself unshaven and fallen. Sad as those seconds were a glance down reminded me of glory in spiny hide. And I said to her, "here?"