It’s Friday afternoon, and I wrapped up my work early. It’s a chill Friday and I cooked myself dinner. I fell asleep at 5pm with a full belly. Then I had this dream, this bizarre, artistic, and crazy dream. That I was drunk, high, and free. I kissed somebody I barely knew, and we made love. I was an artist, someone I’ve always wanted to be. I was laughing, laughing so hard and crying so hard. I was pathetic and desperate. I was free.
The feeling of the complete freedom is so fresh. It’s like I’ve never been my true self for all these 30 years. But is that what I’m really like? I don’t know. Or maybe that’s what I will be like without autism. Maybe.
I want to play harder.
The Cove 