She woke up in a sweat. It was a dream, of course. She was above calling it a nightmare, but the crude barrage of flames had left a wound in her stomach. It felt too real. She had turned her back on them, breaking their ties. The sweat was drying…

‘Alright,’ said the director, reaching out and stroking the assistant’s hand, ‘let’s proceed.’ The assistant held her gaze for a moment, and then grabbed the caressing hand. ‘But Ms Director, I’m so hungry!’ clasping the hand to her cheek, almost purring, ‘Can’t I just go down there and… tear up…

She woke up in a sweat. It was a dream, of course. She was above calling it a nightmare, but the crude barrage of sub tweets in her feed had left a wound in her stomach. It felt too real. People turning their backs on her, people stopping their donations….