I keep having dreams, and I’m not sure why. My roommate was a fish and you liked to carry shoes.
You rode in my car for a few hours while I drove you to some unknown location. I tried to tell you I didn’t hate you because I don’t, but it was still really awkward. When I was driving in my rainboots, I couldn’t control my speed because I couldn’t feel the pedals. So I barreled at 223 miles an hour. And you just sat there in the backseat with shoes on your feet and a pair in your hands. You didn’t say anything to me, and that was just like normal.
If I could talk to you. If you would listen, I’d tell you I don’t hate you. I’d tell you that I’m not mad… I even love you because you’re my sister and you are worthy of that. I don’t even dislike you for the position you’re in. You’re beautiful to me because you were created by the same hands I was. I’d ask you to be my friend because I think that’s a possibility.
My dreams are reminding me of all the things I miss, and you, though I don’t know you very well, just happen to be one of them.