With R (whom I haven't seen since school). and her family - or at least her kids, one of whom appears to be pregnant themselves, despite being absurdly young. Other people are there too. I can't really remember who. A series of underground places - a subway, what looks like a car park (no cars?), a basement room. I have wondered ahead. I discover my voice has echoes. Looking down a long tunnel. White light from outside - the feeling we are at a beach - Brighton? Scraping my fingers against a wall to hear the echo this makes?
The feeling of a following morning. Sat on an armchair. R. comes in and sits next to me, drapes herself over me in an intimate fashion. Isn't she married though? She crosses her leg over my lap and I am afraid she might feel an erection. I put my arm around her shoulders, but feel this might be a step too far.
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