Masha was real mad at me for being gone so long (she's not anymore, she's thrilled now that I cleaned the house and have been home a solid 9 days), so she really got my ass and theres a huge cut running down my calf, and its a little pink around the edges. Ever since Anya cut her nails theyre not like razor blades anymore, but its looking pretty bad. I hope it doesnt scar.
I woke up the other morning to a dream about you; we went to your house with your friend... it was a new house, it was overcast and sort of empty and gray but I think there was a grand piano there, covered with a blue scarf, and but the light was beautiful and it was right on the water... this balcony was facing the water and these huge glass doors, and when I was about to walk out I saw nothing but water, but it didn't look like the Pacific because there were sort of gray rocky cliffs, and there were people in the ocean, with kids splashing around and some sunlight broke through clouds on to them, and I stepped onto the balcony and it was so narrow, barely enough to stand on, dark blue gray painted wood, and I looked down and it was literally on the water, like that house in Malibu but even more, like those houses in New Orleans, there was no ground beneath it just water, and it looked so beautiful and when I turned around your older brother was standing there and he was smiling and sort of like, isn't this a beautiful place?
But he looked like, he didn't look like your brother, he looked like, Algerian or something, with gray hair, kind of like Anthony Bourdain, dressed in black and very very tan, and he was very friendly as he walked me through the house and showed me out the door...
And it really was a beautiful house, and you weren't there.
And I woke up and it was overcast and cool and gray for the first time in months. And maybe that's why I had the dream at all. But I felt like water.
I woke up the other morning to a dream about you; we went to your house with your friend... it was a new house, it was overcast and sort of empty and gray but I think there was a grand piano there, covered with a blue scarf, and but the light was beautiful and it was right on the water... this balcony was facing the water and these huge glass doors, and when I was about to walk out I saw nothing but water, but it didn't look like the Pacific because there were sort of gray rocky cliffs, and there were people in the ocean, with kids splashing around and some sunlight broke through clouds on to them, and I stepped onto the balcony and it was so narrow, barely enough to stand on, dark blue gray painted wood, and I looked down and it was literally on the water, like that house in Malibu but even more, like those houses in New Orleans, there was no ground beneath it just water, and it looked so beautiful and when I turned around your older brother was standing there and he was smiling and sort of like, isn't this a beautiful place?
But he looked like, he didn't look like your brother, he looked like, Algerian or something, with gray hair, kind of like Anthony Bourdain, dressed in black and very very tan, and he was very friendly as he walked me through the house and showed me out the door...
And it really was a beautiful house, and you weren't there.
And I woke up and it was overcast and cool and gray for the first time in months. And maybe that's why I had the dream at all. But I felt like water.
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