i lay in bed with a naked man. i hid him under the covers as people passed by inside the room. i put a pillow beside him to pin the blanket to the bed and to hide his form. it was still dark. the room seemed to move, like a carriage. when the room-carriage stopped, i stood up from the bed, then the man i left slipped away from underneath the sheets. he had taken the form of a white cat, and the bed had become a serving table.
[i was probably high from all the meds i took when i was sick.]