It's weird.. The past few days I've awoken in a very disoriented state- I keep expecting to find myself in my old bedroom at my parents' house, even though I haven't lived there for nearly four years.
I'm partly dissapointed when I find myself here, the wall on the wrong side, the bunk bed's fall guard missing, the ceiling much too high above me.. Alone in a large bed because Cat has long-since gone to work, and Rob's been sleeping out in the living room, due to his allergies having been so bad lately his coughing would keep us girls awake.
Last night I remember having dreamed of floods and beds being carried out on the water, and being covered head-to-toe in ticks. I think the last part had mainly to do with the fact that my feet and ankles are pocked with mosquito bites so itchy they draw me clear out of slumber.
nanakyi- you were there, somewhere, in one of the dreams I've had.. I can't seem to remember in what form or performing what task.. But I seem to distinctly recall having felt your presence.