I dreamed that I could talk. I walked down the halls of Punkie's Hounds High and exchanged witticisms and greetings with the other seniors. People smiled at me and noticed me. Then I would smell smoke and start to cough. I coughed harder and harder until I could spit out a big chunk of phlegm. It was only when I glanced down that I realized that what I'd spit out was my larynx. Nobody seemed to notice, but it was like I went invisible. No one paid any attention to me. Nobody even knew I was ...