Fancy hotel on a lake’s edge. I’m walking along a narrow cement wall just at the level of the water. In a lakeside dip rests a sunken boat made into a hot tub, snooty-fancy (yet friendly) folks hanging out in it. Boat actually crashed there ages ago and has been worked into the design.
Going into small men’s locker room a half hour before closing, while no one else is there. Can’t find my own locker because there aren’t enough graffiti scratches on it.
Sitting in 7th grade language arts class in chair circle, girls take turns speaking and lean into me very flirtatiously. They flip their lush young hair and smile. I’m young too and so it’s kind of confusing and I don’t flirt back. I feel good because I’m attractive though.
A boy and a girl break off from the group and I have a conversation with them. They are mostly interested in each other, and eventually the girl’s clothes magically copy the guys. Thereafter she becomes invisible half the time, and I must concentrate to see her. She reminds me of Mel.