MY-LAST-NIGHTMARE

Every time she looks into the audience, when the stage is empty and no one is around, she can't help but feel her eyes tugged to that seat on the house left side in the back. That seat could have changed everything. It's just a chair, blue and cushy and made of upholstery and plastic, but it could have saved her from her misery. If she had sat there that night, he would have been distracted. If she had sat there that night, he would have held her hand. If she had sat there that night, he wouldn't have moved on so fast. If she had sat there that night, he would still be in love with her. She resists the urge to go up and sit there now,