You sit up in bed, and feel a fluttering at the edge of consciousness -- because after all, you must remember something that was so real. It will slip through your fingers like water cupped there -- your waking mind cannot comprehend of the enormity of what you saw, and what you lost...
9.08.2010
04 dogs
I was at a wedding, in Vermont. We had to build the ground on which the wedding was to take place -- both wood and earth moved by large machines. I wanted candy and headed down into a small, square town, where everything was contained and all the houses were white. When I returned, we had to put up tents over the wedding ground because it was going to rain. I was allowed to sit in the middle because I knew the bride. The wedding was over and I was at home and it was dark. My mother had gone to an environmental overnight lecture, and I was in the house with my dog, only it was a grand mansion just around the stairs. I was online in the guest bedroom, and Tilly was barking. She told me her best friend was barking too, though I couldn't hear Scout. Dad came down and he yelled at me and Jasper for being online too much, after telling us our mother was terrible online. Mother came home and cooked pasta for breakfast and told me Tilly had to go...
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