Donna is working at a little office/nick-nacks store. The shop is a mess.
She’s been buying pizzas from a nearby shop from a guy named Al.
I wonder if it’s the same Al that I knew from Murfreesboro.
There’s about 6 (or more) large pizza boxes with varying number of slices left in each one but almost all of the pepperonis have been picked off and eaten.
She tells me they were nice and fresh when she ate them.
I continue to walk through the cluttered, claustrophobic aisle checking out the shop’s nick-nacks. Pens, scraps of paper, boxes of strange items.
I find a box of soft cheeses that the labels say “contains no cheese!” I think to myself, “why bother?”
I wake up