I find myself wishing and praying in my half sleep that I would be able to have just one more dream of you. That you’d come out of your decade-long hide-and-seek match. That the long trip you were on was suddenly over and I could feel silly for ever misunderstanding where you had gone missing all of these years. That I might find the familiar 7 pm sunset casting a familiar glow onto a familiar bland carpet, rather than imagining these things as if reading a novel. I long for those days again. I hope that one day I’ll feel I’ve made you proud. I love you and miss you. Good night.
Finally finished this beast off yesterday.
Drinking a Dundee and watching the Dundies.