Jul 15, 2015 15:25
Blogging a few hours ago made me sad and tired and very much wanting a nap before I'd even had a chance to eat lunch. At some point, close too the time I would wake up, I dreamed I was on the #7 train, only instead of visiting the nursing home, I was on my way to visit Crosby and Innamorata. When I reached the house or apartment (not clear which) it was almost as if the three of us had moved in together and that I was returning "home".
As far as I can remember, only Innamorata was there at the time. I was hungry and went to the refrigerator to grab something easy and convenient to eat (leftovers?) But, when I opened the door, the compartment - which resembled the inside of one of those gigantic St. Michael's pantry fridges - was completely empty.
Innamorata and I were both so surprised (apparently, she didn't do any of the shopping) that I immediately opened the door to the refrigerator again, just to make sure I wasn't mistaken. But, I wasn't. I distinctly remember seeing a single, solitary soda can of indeterminate vintage and what looked like a couple of empty coffee cups squashed into a shelf on the door. The soda can was colored a yellowish green and blue and was so unappetizing looking I didn't even pick it up to see if it was empty or full.
Wow, right?
dreams,
innamorata,
trains