I dreamed a quite attractive woman wanted me to kiss her. There was a hint of menace in her insistence, even as I demurred.
Ineptly explaining my resistance while vainly attempting to get away, I could not admit the real reason for my reluctance to stick my tongue in her mouth.
She was — and she knew this, it’s just that I feared introducing it as an issue — a plant.
How much easier would my life have been if my mother had let me drink from other kids’ soda cans?