October 21, 2001

Switch

Unable to work any longer, I got into bed and slept. The covers were hot and stuffy, but I was too far gone to think of removing them. Then the phone rang and it was J. She said she felt like a switch inside her had been turned on.

“I have a love/hate relationship with the switch,” she said.

Later that night I dreamt that J said that the reason she’d been so distant was because I had mistaken her for someone else. Then she introduced to me to another woman, someone who did in fact resemble her. “This is the person you thought was me,” she said.

The woman merely smiled.

It occurred to me that the two women hadn’t necessarily told each other everything.