i wrapped myself in your shadow, hoping for warmth.
i had a dream about you the other night.
you were not there, and i was just waiting, anticipating you, and then, oddly you were suddenly there. and you were nothing like your actual self. in the dream though it was like it was an average, everyday thing that you should be this new person, that i know you aren’t. it was unsettling waking up, thinking about this imposter person, this fractured mirror dream version of you.
the store is still closed. i don’t work the weekend. we are losing about 90% of our clothing to smoke damage. sucks.