You’re gonna walk out of the train station thinking about what a nice night it is. You won’t know why, but you’re gonna feel like you’ve just been relieved of some great mental burden or had a very deep massage. It will be later than you usually leave the train station. You won’t know why, nor will you care.

You’ll go home feeling wonderful, and dreamless sleep will come to you effortlessly. Your eyes will close and in an instant your eyes will open to the new morning, a beautiful morning. You won’t be bothered by the lost hours of yesterday. You won’t even think about it.

You’ll leave your apartment and take the train to work and nothing will seem odd. You’ll work your job and not remember a single task you accomplished. You’ll leave work, take the train back to the station, and leave feeling happy and adventurous. You’ll have a good, positive, receptive attitude.

A man is gonna get your attention before you leave the station. He’s gonna be very affable, very engaging. You’re gonna stop to hear what he has to say, and only you will seem to notice him at all.

He’s gonna look smart and sharp with a clean shaven face and smooth head. His clothes will be a dark green color, a billowing hoodie and matching sweatpants. He will smile. He will ask you if you’re busy this evening and you’ll say, “No”.

You’re gonna be invited to go to an art gallery, his client’s. You’re gonna believe that you love art.

You’re gonna follow him several blocks from the train station to the art gallery. It will be a plain door. It will be windowless. You won’t find that strange. You’ll follow him inside.

He’ll tell you to sit down in a chair, a folding chair among perhaps a dozen or so. You’re gonna nod your head in understanding as he tells you this is less of a traditional gallery and more of a performance.

A small door, like a doggy door, will flip open on the wall opposite your seat. You’ll stay still, mesmerized, as a naked woman wriggles out of the small opening. She will be naked. She will move like a contortionist unraveling from a tight spot. You’re going to feel thrilled.

She’ll slither over to you. She’ll clamber up your body. You’ll be infatuated. You’ll love her scent. You’ll love her smooth, swerving body. Her breasts will rise and fall with uneven breaths. You’ll stay still.

Her chin will split open, then her chest, then her stomach. Inside will be thousands of green snakes. Her skin will wrap you like a blanket. The snakes will suckle all over your skin, biting, draining.

You’re gonna lose consciousness. You’re going to find yourself in the train station feeling good, but less you.

You’ll read what I’ve written, what you’ve written. You don’t know how many times this has happened. Not many times left. This time around, you can’t be taken.