I cut our paper dinner with a pair of scissors borrowed from the front desk of the hotel. I cooked with a spice rack box of crayons – sixteen colors. Furthermore, I seasoned the pumpkin pie with orange crayon, and basted the turkey's crisp skin in brown. Furthermore, I was remorseless with my sketchbook abattoir, playing the part of carnivore just as surely as I was play-acting the role of wife. Furthermore, I may as well have been a wax figure in a dollhouse eating the wax-scented food.

Dreaming in Night Vision: A Story in Vignettes