I walk into a restaurant with a group of people and we have to order individually from a counter. It reminds me of the pizza shop that the Bettencourts went to last year. I’m the last to order. I’ve propped myself up against the counter with my feet up against one side and I’m kind of laying across the are where you place your order. There’s a girl taking my order. When we finish, I turn away from the counter to meet the people I’m with, however they’re all gone. They’ve eaten their food and left.
I feel abandoned and alone.
