I guess Jet was feeling really lonely last night, because sometime before 2:00 a.m. she started crying, which she usually does not do. I tried to ignore her at first, and was partially successful and slipped back into sleep. I began to dream.
I dreamed that I got up because of the cat noise and opened the basement door, and when I did Roi came into the kitchen. I was really freaked out, since I knew that Roi had died, and I kept thinking, "It's just my eyes, that's really Jet." But I knew that it wasn't, that it really was Roi.
I woke up feeling really freaked out. Looked at the clock. It was 2:00 a.m. I decided to hell with it and got up and fixed some coffee and read some of A History of Philosophy with Jet on my lap.
I miss Roi, man.
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