I dreamed some nights ago that I volunteered for duties for Enjolras, to convince men at the Barriere du Maine to join our cause. He had no others who could go and he disdained my abilities, because he hates me, and I want to convince him otherwise. I want to show him that I am good enough to have his attention, even though I know that I am not. To show that I am a patriot I went to my rooms and changed my waistcoat to one that is red, the color of passion. And the color of the blood that will be spilled by his revolution, as it always is. My dedication has convinced him, though I know that I will still find a way to disappoint him. I am a disappointment, it is what I do. I have apparently not accepted that fact in my dreams. Perhaps I am more hopeful than I thought.
But, I woke up and was wearing that red waistcoat. It is very nice, but it is not the kind of thing that I know how to wear. I do not think that it suits me in this life, it does not fit in my wardrobe very well. What does one do with a waistcoat?