‘Ollie. Olivia wild child, queen of my grassy gas masked playground. P is, me. She is the love of my life.’

            ‘But you cant be every living thing just because it’s your story.’

            ‘Ha! Don’t be silly. I can be anything I want to be, just so long as I stay dreaming. Now shut your fucking trap before I lose my temper again and slap your drool crusted cheeks around until you comply.’

            ‘There’s not a violent bone in your body tough guy, nice try. You don’t scare me for a second. I know, all I’d have to do is say the words and you’d be on both knees staring up at me, begging to be dragged along by both cuffs on those tender wrists of yours.’

            ‘Like the dog that I am.’

            ‘Like the puppy you are. You never stood a chance in this world.’

            ‘This world never stood a chance at dragging me along. I’ve always seen everything. I was born with these baby eyes. I was born free. Memory is the greatest weapon I’ve ever known. And If I remember correctly, you were the one who asked for my story in the first place. The one who snuck under the table and grabbed my thigh, this one is mine! You screamed. I always take what is mine. Will you please shut the fuck up! Your silence if deafening, it’s a toxic way of breathing. See, look, I even said please. With a fucking cherry on the top if you please. Please!’

            ‘Okay, geez, settle down stranger, you hardly know me. Continue, please.’

            ‘Ollie gets wide eyed and excited, like she always does when she tells a story. “Its funny you should ask Sage,” she starts to explain things she couldn’t begin to comprehend.