by Kate Artz
Last night I had a dream that you were moving into the city and you were taking all of my furniture. You told me not to worry. I wanted to say something to you, but I wasn't sure what it was so I just kept saying your name. I thought you could read my mind, but I guess you couldn't because you got into a car and drove away. Someone was waiting for me inside. I sat down in the wet grass and waited for the next thing to happen.
Kate Artz is a college student desperate to survive. She enjoys comic books, video games, and blogging about things she would like to do and have.