With five days left on the thesis front, my manuscript is getting lean. For your ammusment, here is a daydream sequence that has been cut from Alpha House:
I see a big sky and long, empty field in front of us and Mom in a white dress, unpacking a wicker basket. Cucumber sandwiches and tomato salad. The sun shines down onto the field where Jackson and Mom and Dad and I sit on a blanket eating our lunch in silence, except for the sound of cucumbers snapping between our teeth. A late afternoon cloud centers over us. A warm wind blows across the treeless field. A napkin leaps from the blanket and cartwheels across the grass. Rain begins to fall–black ink rain that stains our clothes and skin and sandwiches and blanket. We turn black and sit still, paralyzed, unable to escape the cloud and the rain and our destiny–something bigger than ourselves.