"You and Donald Trump": A Short Story told in Second Person
And as luck would have it, your groundbreaking discovery and the important work you've been doing is finally recognized. You get invited to a fancy conference in Washington D.C. to talk about all the work you've been tirelessly doing over the past 10 years. It feels like a dream to put on this expensive outfit that's been bought for you so you'll blend in better with the "very important people," and not in the good way. Not a dream like it's been something you've been longing for. More like the kind of dream where everything takes place underwater and you watch it like a movie, like your body is an automated theme-park ride and you're simply strapped in. In all the hustle of the evening, the introductions and hand shaking, you finally gain your bearings. It's time for a moment alone. You decide escaping off to the bathroom for a few minutes might just be like coming back up to the surface to take a few breaths of fresh air before you dive ...