It feels like meeting my Nemesis all over again. I paint patterns onto the ceiling in watercolours that drip drip drip down on my white dress for something to do. I change out and change into my dress. I go for a jog in my high heels and give up after two minutes. The heel snaps off one shoe. I tape it to my forehead, shave my hair like a mohawk and pretend I'm a unicorn, and an hour before the sunset I run to my car and drive it to the nearest beach so I can watch it. I bring a cake so big it's almost as tall as me when I sit down on the sand, and I eat a quarter of it without tasting a single bite any more than I'd taste a piece of paper. I bury my head in the rest of it and turn it into white sugary mush mixed with tiny grains of sand and throw it towards the ocean for the fish who have never heard of weddings or cake before. My whole body is sticky and white and the icing is a glue that sticks my eyelashes stubbornly together. I laugh, HAHAHA, and lie down without feeling the cold that should pierce my skin like tiny freezing needles.

By the dawn I'm covered with sand like the beach's own blanket for me. I thank it silently and wish very softly that I could always feel like this, my heart beating in my ears, my blood racing through my body. My breath small and hoarse from the sand that coats the inside of my lungs. Half-dead

but more alive than ever.

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