I dreamed that I could talk. I walked down the halls of Punkie's Hounds High and exchanged witticisms and greetings with the other seniors. People smiled at me and noticed me. Then I would smell smoke and start to cough. I coughed harder and harder until I could spit out a big chunk of phlegm. It was only when I glanced down that I realized that what I'd spit out was my larynx. Nobody seemed to notice, but it was like I went invisible. No one paid any attention to me. Nobody even knew I was gone.
At school, I put my coat and boots in my locker and checked that my tablet was in the pocket of my vest. I had been going through way too much pen and paper. A brief foray into whiteboards and erasable markers had ruined several of my favourite shirts. Now I was the height of sartorial splendor i
