One day I drank five Coca-Colas and suddenly I felt sick, as if the sun had filtered down into my Cokes and I’d drunk it without realizing. I had a fever. I couldn’t stand it, but I did stand it. I hid behind a yellow rock and waited for the sun to go down and then I curled up in a ball and fell asleep. I kept having dreams all night. I thought they were touching me with their fingers. But dreams don’t have fingers, they have fists, so it must have been scorpions. My burns still stung.
