She is sashimi

Party scene. Crowded. He brings her in, comes over, kisses me while she avoids me. They sit down at the table behind me. I can hear them fight.

"I can't do it with HER here," she says and I turn around.

She is laid out on a silver plate. Her hair is done up and wrapped in a black nylon balaclava like the queen in Disney's Snow White. Her neck is Modigliani-long. From the shoulders down she is... fish. Sashimi. Glittering cuts of silver and blue herring.

I wake up.