and snored.
When she was awake, the woman next to her talked about her prior girlfriend
and talked about her prior girlfriend.
When she was joking, she told the woman next to her that she could set a clock to
ever time she talked about her prior girlfriend.
When she was serious, she set an extra plate at the dinner table so that the prior girlfriend
could legitimately enter the conversation.
When she was paying attention, there were empty drum kits all over the house of the woman next to her.
Of all shapes and sizes, and in every room.
When she listened, she could hear them playing by themselves
and she fell asleep each night to their steady beat.
Not so, the woman next to her, who rarely slept.
When she dreamed, she dreamed that she was talking in her sleep in her sleep
and her uncle, who was in the sleeping bag next to her told her in her dream that she was unsettled and depressed and still trying to work things out.
Then, in her dream, she was outside with her father. And it felt good that they were chopping down the forest around her. Only the bottom of the trees remained. So she brought out a saw, and began to remove the trees so that they would be even with the ground. Then, when that wasn't removing the trees fast enough, she pulled up the entire tree including the roots with her bare hands.
Because everybody knows that Questlove in the Roots has the best buttermilk chicken.
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