Sitting here, I find myself thinking on a dream I had over 10 years ago. It was quite poignant* at the time. It was actually two dreams at the same time. It was innocuous, but far from real. Mainly because I realized it was two overlapping dreams. To me it took a while to understand because I like to figure out how things work. The answer was simple, but the process of understanding has awakened me to a pain I do not wish to see carried on in my own family. I know it was simply a way point, and I am surprisingly picky, but she is all I really want to think about. She doesn’t have to say those words again, and I know it is difficult, but I probably wouldn’t get through half of one before I cut her off with a smile.

My month of words has probably gone unnoticed by her, so what else can I do but wait and finish my Absinthe.