Im not sure why but I dreamt of you last night. An overly bright, overly exposed dream full of fake sunshine. I was waiting for the plane and you came along to take me home to fetch something I needed. You looked well. With exaggerated cheerfulness as if nothing had happended to break my heart, you took me round the house and showed me the changes you had made. You even showed me your bra - a gaudy yellow and gold thing that proudly displayed your perfect pink nipples. My breathing suspended - a matrix moment.
As with all dangerous dreams these days, there is a danger of being sucked in. And as with all dangerous dreams these days, Joy was there. Watching in the background, walking through the house. Calling to me, "Mommy, its time to go, we need to go." I left the house with Joy with you standing disapointed in the doorway and drove away in the 1961 blue cadillac convertable.
I woke up with the insane taste of victory in my mouth.
Saturday, July 26, 2008
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