Dream

The city was on fire. E and I were at home, curtains drawn, trying to hide from the hordes of 7- and 8-year olds running through the streets. But they came in anyway - through the door, cracked open, through windows we thought we'd latched, down the chimney. We couldn't keep them out of the house.

Very subtle, Brain. I hope you're right. I don't know what the fire is for - neither of us has gonorrhea or anything. Yeesh.