Hello Thursday,

Its me. Its been a while since we really talked. I mean really really talked. I guess things really started a few months ago, when I had this wild dream, you know, the kind where you wake up and there is this moment of was that real? It obviously pertained to you. Can’t really say it was the first time, nor was it the last; but what was more odd was that day, where you popped up in my feed several times (not usual), and then again while looking for an email receipt, up pops something from Thursday. I took it as a sign I guess, but should I have? A couple of hyper awkward exchanges later I regretted it all. I am not a smart person. I can admit that these days. I had another of these vivid dreams the other day. I can learn from my mistakes.

So here I am, not a writer, not an author, and too small to try again. But perhaps finding respite in splaying it out to be found by most likely no one, at minimum no one who should care to read.

I dreamed of the present day, but as things go, it wasn’t quite right, but you were there at some event with me and my family family. Things in my current relationship weren’t going well, and I think you could tell in this dream of all dreams – as if I could finally understand what goes on behind your eyes. Dreams. The looks were quickly replaced by your closeness, and hushed secretive comments. It stirred something ‘seeing’ you again, so close. I remember the alarm piercing/shredding the dream from the inside, pieces falling to darkness. The stirring feeling melting to something darker as I fought to get back in. Not today.

Its been a few days since then. I still feel it, like a small weak clutch on my heart, clinging for dear life as if release would invalidate its existence.

-D.M.