It’s a little dream but it’s real and wonderful. She gets rid of everything and moves into a room above The Dominion. She even gets rid of her cell phone. She tells everyone the plan and they agree not to worry. She brings a second-hand desk, bedframe and a new mattress. She decides that every day will be the same: get up, write all day, then go downstairs and get stupidly drunk. There would have to be a laptop, too. And in the end she would have something. Something unique and authentic and perfect. For now, she has the dream.