I was sitting on the futon rubbing at my itchy eyes when Emily asked if the buttons were coming in.
I mustn't be a little black rain cloud any longer! Or else I'll wake up with buttons for eyes! And Emily will have to plunge a steak knife deep within my chest! Right into the cold black plum that was my heart.
This is a potentiality that we discussed in all seriousness about five years ago. Just know she did what had to be done.