now i am sure

chloe sevigny sat beside me to see clare open her eyes once more, to see her flush again.  once glimpse in the post-game, a reminder, wearing red and certainly her yellow hair.  now i'm in the game after the dream, i'm a friday night.  just how strange it is to be empty of her, and yet be full.  how on earth did i end up here?  i keep finding myself living deeper inside my body, the path she set me on, set by example.  every time i stretch, i reach for her.  i'm getting taller.