I thought I could do this. I thought that I had the ability to separate my body from my mind, but as I lay awake in bed lying to myself about how the moon was able to absorb the sun, I soon realized that I was the sun. And as every part of my body rained drops I sweat, I began to realize that the radiator hadn't been turned on all winter. And the only thing stopping me from my slumber was the memory of how it felt when he unzipped my dress. And I never said no, but I thought that if someone craves my body, then it must mean something. It must mean that the only thing in between the small veins that travel from my body to my mind, is something harder to explain. The explanation that tells young girls why they should not eat right before they swim. But I swore I could do both.