Saturday, November 1st,
at 8:22 in the A.M. My real name is Melanie. It came out last night. Everything started
with Julian being nasty, and me taking a walk, and having a dream, and getting lost, and,
thanks to Sister Dana, finding my way back home. Then Sister Zoe hypnotized me. She
doesn't like to because I don't pay any attention to her instructions once I'm under. But
the results were better this time. The Miniature Man is a friend of mine from when I was a
child. His name is Benjamin. I visited him twice yesterday. Once in the dream, when I
remembered who he was… (Oh! And that I have two sisters! I forgot that part. I'll
have to tell Sister.)… and then again later. The second one is real clear. I was
little and saw a circus and I had beautiful long brown hair, all the way to my bottom. I
hope it'll be like that again. Right now my head looks kind of like a rotten
peach—all brown and fuzzy. The hairs are growing, though. I checked in the mirror
this morning and they were definitely longer.
Anyway, I don't know what my last name is, or anything about my
sisters. But Melanie is a start. Everybody is supposed to call me that from now on. Which
will be strange. I had gotten used to Marcy. I liked it better. Except of course that
Melanie isn't bald.