July 28, 2009
Today at the dentist I stared out the window at the clouds in the sky. One seemed to take the shape of a woman with long hair as the song, Bette Davis Eyes was playing. For years, the lyrics just sounded like relaxing words thrown together incoherently. The dentist's assistant sat down again who couldn't have been more than eighteen. She stared at me and the wad of padding holding my mouth open. I looked at her and she averted her eyes and touched the computer screen. She looked around and swiveled out of her chair as I continued waiting.