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[beverlu_]

I had a dream that we were hanging out, and even in the realm of dreams I knew it was strange. We went to your bedroom and sat on your floor to fold your laundry. There was a pair of yellow heels by the door, they must have been four inches, and I was confused because I've never known you to wear heels, or yellow. We continued folding the laundry, it seemed to never stop, and you eventually held an article of clothing up to my face. I remember thinking how warm it was, how comfortable it all felt, and then I got up to leave the room. In the bedroom across the hall was someone else I know, and I wondered if I was actually there to see them, as that would make much more sense. I went in to visit them, and neither of you seemed to have any idea that you lived together. I stayed and talked, even though I  wanted to go back and help you fold your laundry. I stayed and stayed. I knew that the longer I delayed returning the farther apart we would grow, but it seemed inevitable so I didn't focus on it. Eventually I looked out their bedroom door, I was ready to return to help you, but it was no longer attached to a house. There was just space. I was annoyed that I was in space, I didn't want to have to pay to have a spaceship take me somewhere else. Instead of finding a way to deal with it I woke up.

GOOD MORNING, WORLD