Dreams? If only they had been! But I don’t need dreams, Doctor, that’s why I hardly have them - because I have this life instead. With me it all happens in broad daylight! The disproportionate and the melodramatic, this is my daily bread! The coincidences of dreams, the symbols, the terrifyingly laughable situations, the oddly ominous banalities, the accidents and humiliations, the bizarrely appropriate strokes of luck or misfortune that other people experience with their eyes shut, I get with mine open!
Wouldn’t it be nice, she said, not to have to go back?
Wouldn’t it be nice someday to live in the country with somebody you really liked?
Wouldn’t it be nice just to get up all full of energy when it got light and go to sleep dog-tired when it got dark?
Wouldn’t it be nice to have a lot of responsibilities and just go around doing them all day and not even realize they were responsibilities?
Wouldn’t it be nice to just not think about yourself for whole days, whole weeks, whole months at a stretch? To wear old clothes and no make-up and not have to come on tough all the time?
Time passed. She whistled. “Wouldn’t that be something?”