I dreamt this morning of running through landscapes and dodging murderers. In my dream I woke up and sat in a chair to look at George sleeping. I tapped him on the shoulder. He said 'Fuck off, I was comfortable before you were here." I hurried out of the room and tried to slam the door, but it was caught in a pocket of air and closed in slow motion with a quiet click.

I woke and kissed him on the cheek and left.