She was
sitting on the swings of a park with Tara like they had on their fourth date.
Tara was looking at Rosalie with a pitying look. Rosalie wanted her to say
something, but she didn’t. Tara’s feet dragged in the dust as they rocked back
and forth, heavy with the lack of conversation. Rosalie looked down and saw
Tara was making letters in the dust with her feet. Rosalie squinted closer,
trying to see what Tara was spelling. As she did, she felt someone touching her
face from behind, pressing something wet against her forehead. She blinked,
wondering who was behind her before the whole scene faded to gray and Rosalie
felt herself rising from what had clearly been a dream. She stayed in a hazy,
gray space for some time as she felt a fierce prickling in her head, arms, and
legs.
