I walked down the tree lined street and heard a man say “well she hasn’t picked her mail up recently so it’s not looking good.” I glance up to see open shelves with packages alongside the sidewalk. It looks like the mail pickup at Shipping and Receiving but outside. I see four packages with my name on it. I open one and it’s a diorama of dungeons and dragons with trees and mountains. I take the blurry figurines out and start dismantling the diorama. I don’t want to carry it. Someone calls out from a screened in porch and I offer the diorama to him. He takes it and it disappears in a poof. I move to the next package and it’s a framed picture like one receives at a going away party. There’s signatures on the outside but not many. I see that it’s from my first unit in the Marine Corps. That’s weird, I thought they all hated me. I glance at the names and then throw away the picture. 

I’m walking through a dress store, picking out what I want to wear to the wedding. I want the black and white dress but that’s too close to a wedding dress. There’s a long flowy orange one but it makes me look fat. I start to panic. I’m running out of time. 

I decide to take a nap. And I sleep for hours, longer than expected. It’s bad. I wake up at 345 and the wedding started at 330. I scramble to get there in time. I wanted to walk but the venue is a mile away and there’s simply no time. I ask for a ride. Renard gives me one and I tuck and roll out the door. As we pull up, I see that RJ and his fiancé are already at the alter speaking. There are many seats empty in the audience. RJ asks everyone to wait as I slink into my seat. He tosses me his vow book and says to hurry up. I flick through his book and it’s stories of him and G and things he likes about her and first date stuff. I realize he expects me to write his speech because he saw me write and give Alison’s. I have less than two minutes until the speech is due. I’m so upset I didn’t write the speech earlier but it seems like I was waiting for his vow book to start. Did I not know him well enough to write as good of a speech without it? I grab a pen and start shuffling through the book taking notes, hoping I can just wing the speech. 

A lady behind me scolds me for not paying attention to the wedding. RJ starts to defend me and I see the wedding is becoming rowdy. I don’t want G to get upset that I’m ruining her wedding so I simply stand up. I flee. There’s a door to the venue that is small and I slip into it. It’s a broom closet. There’s another door on the other side of the room. I open it. Another broom closet. Another door. Another broom closet. Another door. I open it and there’s a dozen people searching for me on the other side of it. Panicking, I try to flee back to the mops but I see RJ and he’s begging me to come back. He needs me. It doesn’t feel right. 

I’m standing next to a giant lake. The water is clear and I dive into it. It’s cool and refreshing. There’s a man standing on a platform in the middle of the water singing a rhythmic song. I hear pounding and see a bunch of Indian women at the bottom of the lake dancing. That’s how they wash their saris. They are a brilliant dance of submerged yellow and black. Pounding sounds fill the air in time with their feet.