·  Normal is a dryer setting.


Only a dream

I had a nightmare a couple nights ago. In it I dreamt that Namine was dead, and I alone was left with the dreadful task of carrying her down the aisle, one last time, to say goodbye. When I woke, there was that single cold moment when I thought the waking world was the same as the dream world. No relief has ever been so sweet as this morning’s realization that Namine’s death was nothing but fiction, that she was alive, sweet, warm, and still dreaming whatever dreams her little mind concocts.