I couldn’t sleep. Couldn’t turn off all the thoughts in my head. It's the kind of thinking that the pills and booze in the world can’t help. I just ended up listening. I’ve lived in the city so long, I hadn’t heard the sound of crickets for years. Not since I lived at home. They make that noise by rubbing their legs together, you know. Blissfully, I fell asleep, wondering if at that same time, maybe someone else was hearing that same cricket song, hours and miles away, and feeling the same way.

I dreamt that a crowd gathered in the parking lot. No one had ever done this before. Sent invitations to dance in their local K-Mart. As the managers moved clothing so that we could twist in the midst of men’s casual, the music got louder and we were surrounded by all of our friends.

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