Effie.

alicia drove to my house in her orange car; it was a standard. we were having a laugh and needed to get to the DMV, but couldn't take her car. so i got ready to drive the golf, after explaining to my dad (i lived at home) that i drive slower when i drive a standard. so after emerging from the lake of water the car was in, i drove away.

then i found myself looking for alicia, carless, still having to get to the DMV, so i hopped on the bus. there was a family with 4 girls. the second youngest, Effie, was adorable! you got on the bus and Effie was ecstatic. her preemie sister had 4 tubes coming out of her face. suddenly this moment launched into a commercial i was watching on tv. this family was russian and the preemie was a victim of child traficking; her parents sold her. i became instantly devasted and wanted to cry for Effie.

so, alone and sad in a beautiful hardwood floor apartment, i decided that i would light some candles and do some yoga while the kids i was babysitting slept, since i couldn't find alicia anyway. as i started to dig out the candles, you ran through the door with a single matress in your arms and blankets and bags and threw it to the ground playfully. you sat on the couch and i approached you and kissed you in very silly ways. carolyn and ashley burst in, laid on the matress back to back. they noticed our body language and asked if they should leave. i told them, "i kind of want you to stick around!" where i proceeded to slap carolyn's butt.