I KNOW HOW IT
HAPPENS. I CAN
SEE IT IN MY
HEAD,
PLAYING LIKE A MOVIE,
A SCENE.
IT'S MORNING WHEN IT HAPPENS. THE
SUN
SHINING, TREES BARE.
IT'S SNOWING, A
THICK LAYER OF
THE LOVELIEST
WHITE
ON THE GROUND.
EVERYONE IS OUTSIDE
WAITING FOR ME
TO MAKE AN
APPEARANCE.
I CLIMB TO THE ROOF,
DRESSED IN A FLIMSY
WHITE GOWN, LACY
AND UNSUITABLE
FOR THIS KIND
OF WEATHER.
THEY SCREAM AT
ME TO GET DOWN
FROM THERE.
I NOD.
YES, I'LL GET DOWN.
I GRAB THE
DAGGER I HAD
HIDDEN THERE A FEW
DAYS AGO.
THEY ASK WHAT I
THINK I'M DOING WITH IT.
DON'T I KNOW IT'S
SHARP? I SHAKE
MY HEAD AND
SMILE,
HAPPY FOR THE
FIRST TIME IN A LONG
TIME.
DON'T CATCH ME...
THE PICTURE IN MY
HEAD IS SO BEAUTIFUL. ME,
LAYING MOTIONLESS
ON THE GROUND, RED
ON WHITE, RED ON
WHITE.
AND THEY CLAP.
BECAUSE THEY THINK I'M
ACTING.
