The clothes I wear now I shaped from dreams and memories. It's an old outfit, originally from the 90s; the last time I wore it was when I was still writing, and Alice and I took a vacation in the desert, before our troubles began.
The night before, we'd been at a party, and I'd dressed to the nines. On that lazy day, I put on these old clothes, worn and comfortable. Alice made a joke about grunge. I felt a little embarrassed, but stuck with them.
We were very happy. I'm sheathed in good memories, to remind myself of what is at stake.
American Nightmare Manuscript: New Clothes
