I DON’T WANT TO BE // A PROLOGUE TO HISTORY

I’ve been sleeping poorly this week so I’ve been napping more than necessary every afternoon after class. In my dream, my separated parents were going through some property fight and my mother was living in this crazy futuristic/trendy loft and that doesn’t have much to do with the plot of the dream. Later I was hanging out with my roomie and the skinny white boy who’s been over so often in the last few weeks that he’s by extension another roomie these days. We bumped into my mom and under the pretense of taking us out for dinner, she took us to church, and it wasn’t even a normal church service but an evangelical sort of youth activity, reminiscent of those ones I went to around my junior high years, but not so exclusively Asian. It was weird and I wholly conscious of it though my friends were being nice about it. But I was mostly like wtf Mom? Church? I think part of tricking us into going had to do with some of the people from tai chi she hangs out with, but it was still really weird being on the second balcony of a rather large, but old, church.

Note to self: call Mom on Mother’s Day.