This car window is only open a little and bright neon lights surround it.  I am in a big city.  A walled-in city with high walls and other trapped monkeys who are ping-ponging inside cars, scattered in all directions on empty roads.  Alone, dribbling, I smell mother’s milk.  Alas, where is it coming from?

There’s a man in a red uniform approaching.  Is he looking to clamp?  He has a yellow device in his hand.  His gruff voice echoes and starts surrounding.  He turns and his feet slowly shuffle away. 

My taste buds pang for more sweet milk.  The car next to me rocks.  I need milk more than air.   Claws appear between the glass and door frame.  A loud noise squeals.  The window is open.  An oxygen mask covers my face.

I wake.  My Australian brother sits by my side, mopping my brow. 

‘Now you know how jet lag feels.’ He states.

But really, he’s just seen what illness and losing him looks like.

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