How are you doing this Friday? It’s getting very hot over here, more than any other month. Aaron has the plague, so I’ll be out of work for a few days (woohoo). I don’t think I have it, but I’m gonna take a test.
I had a dream about you yesterday night. I was moving like normal, as if I were awake, but you were in my room. You were about nine years old, as you always are in dreams. I asked you what you were doing there and realized I was dreaming; I tried to wake up and couldn’t. The last thing I remember is you grinning at me with eyes hidden in shadow. It frightened me; I’ve never had a dream like it. I hope I won’t again.
Besides this, little else has happened. I’m having trouble finding excitement in anything. My doctor prescribed me a new antidepressant, so I hope it helps. Do you take any medicine like that? I’m taking more recently, a new thing to try for my warts (the day I stop nail polishing my feet is the day I’ll finally be free). I’m having a hard time enjoying drawing, writing, and music like I used to. Such is mental illness, I suppose… I hope you’ve never felt like that.
Though everything’s a little sad, it’s sunnier than ever, at least. Mom quite likes it. I hope you are well. I find my happiest moments are when I am dreaming but feel as if I’m awake, walking in another place where things are nicer, and often flying too. I love you.
With love,
Alice