Adam's Story. Content Warning.
I keep having the same nightmare. It all starts out so pleasant and unsuspecting; a crowded restaurant, colourful and abstract like a Leonid Afremov painting. A faceless waitress with a brunette bob, white blouse with black skirt, stands to take the orders of the endlessly long table. Our raucous group exploding with chatter and laughter, gentlemen in greens and blues, ladies in red and pink smudges of a brushstroke, all having a fantastic time. Wine overflowing from glasses, the surrounding tables joining in with the infectious antics, all boisterously celebrating each other, celebrating life.
