Despite me protesting that I was alright, just hungry, my family became annoyingly obsequious and controlling. I was escorted everywhere, including the toilet (although I drew the line at undressing in front of them; some things are better done in private).
I told them I was fine, but they ignored me, even suggesting we cancel the wedding reception, pointing out it wasn't a real wedding after all.
I ignored them.
Jack, thankfully, after asking me once whether I was alright, believed me.
He was the only one I told about the weird dream/hallucination.
He listened carefully, without expressing any skepticism.
"Do you think it was real?" he asked.
"I don't know," I said. "I might have imagined it. I was pretty hungry."
"Did it feel real?" Jack asked.
"It did," I said.
The people I sa
