260 days ago - Mr and Mrs Incredible, and then some, sit near me, talking their talk. They know us, costumed children: Two strut like men, draped in urban regalia. One’s head is covered by a woven sea. A short, fat, male Snow White twirls on the concrete. Multitudes stand nearby. Yet black thread obscures my skin, and a knockoff emerald rests on my throat. 260 days forward hisses, ashamed, “inept sloth!” She watches my figure lie on the cold stone, but I don’t care right now. My shoes point at The Incredibles, and my mind’s in a sacred cat’s land. I bet you’ll never see this in the photos. But they do today. A mere blink later, I am with them as we dance together, as a deafening bass pulses through all of our hearts. Do you not feel it? I know they can. Surely, even 260 days later, they'll still recall this night, like I will. The Incredibles, maybe they’ll be working, playing, getting crushed under the mountain of life, I don’t know. But oh, how we flew tonight! Soon...