Dreaming

This morning I was dreaming of you in your new house. I was a fly on the wall, I think you were having breakfast & your mum was there. You were wearing that hat, the stripey one your brother gave you. Something about the scene gave the impression that you weren't very happy. There was a running monologue. That's right, we were both flies on the wall, you were explaining something about yourself to me, explaining why you weren't happy.

That was when I woke up, I'd hardly opened my eyes before grabbing my phone to check the inbox. There was a (1) waiting for me. I couldn't wait to read through it, so pleased to finally hear from you. So pleased that my mass of emails hadn't deterred you. There couldn't have been a more perfect way to wake up. I gave a stupid little scream/cry & rolled over to get some more sleep.

Needless to say, that didn't happen. So I read your email again. And again.

Even mum rang to ask if I'd heard from you.

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