Me in the Corner, by Rod Drake

I thought that I heard you laughing, I thought that I heard you sing. But it’s a big house and a large, noisy party is happening. So I just stayed in the corner with Michael Stipe. We’re old friends from college days. Of course, he wasn’t really there. It was just his voice on the CD player, and you weren’t really there either. But I miss you so much that I imagine you everywhere. A fantasy world for me, I guess. Then a tall, immaculately dressed white rabbit beckoned me from the back door, so I followed him.