She's not there
Dreamed I was in Port Townsend with my mom. It was outdoor movie or film festival or something and we were running around getting ready. Both of us were visiting the west coast with a view to moving back, both excited about it. We bopped around and discussed the merits of various cities and the general east coast/west coast differences.
We settled in on our picnic blanket, and she asked me if there was something on her back. I looked, and it was a bug. Went to brush it away and realized it was halfway in her skin. I tried to pull it out, and noticed another, and then another. As I tried to pull them out, more and more bugs appeared and her back started to crumble. We were in the middle of a crowd and no one seemed to notice. I watched as she fell apart, melted into dirt and bugs between my fingers.
Then I woke up, very, very alone.
We settled in on our picnic blanket, and she asked me if there was something on her back. I looked, and it was a bug. Went to brush it away and realized it was halfway in her skin. I tried to pull it out, and noticed another, and then another. As I tried to pull them out, more and more bugs appeared and her back started to crumble. We were in the middle of a crowd and no one seemed to notice. I watched as she fell apart, melted into dirt and bugs between my fingers.
Then I woke up, very, very alone.