The clock was still, still running as I was running still, still running from my destiny hoping it'd run after me. It was while I contemplated the fast food and real estate, unearthing new and old enemies, that I realized I was afraid of losing, but perhaps even more terrified of winning. What if, by the time we get there, I'm out of breath, out of hair on my head, out of the definition of a young man? And if I'm the last to teach, when I was the first to learn, I fear for what the world will gain from a bitter man's somber words.

These were my thoughts as we were three in a bed, a triple threat, a three-way dance, and I wasn't sure of either gender of theirs. I asked her, "Don't you ever wish you were a woman?" But he spoke up instead, saying, "I wish I was a man who looked like a woman who dressed like a man and thought like a woman." And I wanted to kiss him then; he had me all excited thinking I'd missed flying like this. We'd connected so much they could clearly read my thoughts. She looked at me and said, "Everyone has a dream, but I'm looking at mine." And when she added, "My dream is that yours comes true," I knew she was my brother, best friend, and one true love. All I said was, "I've always dreamed of being home alone, but now I can't wait for you to come home." And the bad thoughts were gone.