I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The liftwon't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.