DiVida forces her brain to move in the opposite direction. She tries to make the dancer turn counter clockwise. It doesn’t matter what she eats for breakfast, she can’t get the bacon off the toast. Sometimes on her way to work she sees things: bubble gum bazookas, pig-feet, random fairytales. At the office, the same thing: a red phone, a red lollipop, a red dildo. When it all gets to be too much, she closes the door and masturbates on the floor. In her favorite fantasy, she is naked inside a snow globe doing her self with a crystal dick. She strokes and strokes herself while watching Sapphire dance. Then she comes in a twist and a shout like a blizzard of glass.