so last night I had a really odd dream, in which:

we were back at Warwick. (beats me why; it's been a while since i last thought about it)

We were back at Warwick, and it was just Joe and i, for some reason, and for some reason, everyone was gone.

And it was just corridors upon corridors of rooms- we went in every one; we would open each door and behind each door would be two beds: massive, warm, soft beds, and each with a JM's name carved into the headboard. A la the Seven Dwarves, only that much cooler.

only, for all that massive warm softness; you could feel the silence in the sheets/ the queer, pervasive sense of absence.

"...everyone's gone." (this said softly, quietly, almost to self)

he was sad but kind of okay with it. "Let's go. This is Yesterday and it's time to close the door behind it." ... already walking out.

And in my dream, inexplicably, I was crying in a dress of pastel as I closed the door; and as I did the truth broke from my lips in a sob:

"... I want Yesterday back. I miss it so much."

then I woke up, and went to make a pot of coffee, and then remembered it was all okay. that is all.