Last night I had a dream. I dreamed that you buzzed the apartment. You talked to my roommate. You sauntered up the three flights and knocked on the door. You tip-toed into my room. You sat in my white chair and waited for me to wake. And it was so vivid. And I was so happy.
I woke up (in lucid life) from the excitement. It was 2:32 am. I fell back asleep, smiling.
At 8:32 this morning, the buzzer wailed. And at 2:32 I had been certain that it was a dream. And at 8:32 I was certain it was a prophesy. It rang again, urgent. I dressed quickly and ran downstairs. No one was at the door. So I cried.
Listening to: "Girl in the War" by Josh Ritter.
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