Sleep Anger

In lace and pearls against the cold of the night we rush off to dinner. The winds blasts me and I hurry our pace: we're running late. I'm incredibily volatile. at the elevator a man says a rude comment and I scream at him angry but more frantic that we're late. Another man says something and my voice is raised berating him, challenging him to challenge me. "I fucking dare you," I say. We reach the top level, high in the clouds of night. In a small room my family sit, apprehensive and hoping to please this man. He is old but I can tell in his expression the power he holds. He's a magistrate or an embassador for The Leader. Maybe its The Leader himself. I yell at a man on a ladder fixing lights. I challenge himl. My father tries to placate me. I yell at him too. The entire time I'm cursing up a storm. The old man looks at me, I scream that he shouldn't dare cross me. He nods. Men fill the room with rifles.