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She wasnt wearing her glasses and her hair was pulled back. Her disheveledness seemed normal in the middle of the night, the way any of us look when we shuffle in half sleep from our bed to the kitchen or bathroom.
She asked me what was wrong and because it was 5am and because I was exhausted and nauseous and not my appropriate daytime self, I told her that I'd been dreaming of my brother and that he was in a hospital, sick.
"In the body or the head?" she asked.
"The head." I said.
She nodded knowingly, took a tremendous drag on her cigarette and blew a cloud of smoke out over the two of us.
"He'll be alright." she said in what seemed to me to be the sanest tone I'd ever heard her speak. "We'll all be alright."
She asked me what was wrong and because it was 5am and because I was exhausted and nauseous and not my appropriate daytime self, I told her that I'd been dreaming of my brother and that he was in a hospital, sick.
"In the body or the head?" she asked.
"The head." I said.
She nodded knowingly, took a tremendous drag on her cigarette and blew a cloud of smoke out over the two of us.
"He'll be alright." she said in what seemed to me to be the sanest tone I'd ever heard her speak. "We'll all be alright."