Wine and sushi on the beach. Crutches and bathroom breaks. Baileys and Soul Travel.
I got lost after that. When i found myself I was walking down the street with an old friend, talking faster than i ever thought i was capable of.

i woke up for no reason. my shoulder hurt. i changed beds and then everyone finally left, it was a relief. the scary thing is that once people left, i could still hear them. i heard a pot crash to the floor, and when i looked, there was no pot there.

i dreamt of a lost one after i switched beds. she's been gone for over a decade. in my dream she played bass and scared me.