Yesterday

[squirmelia]

Yesterday, I wondered a few times if I was dreaming.

As I walked to work, in a Monday morning daze, there was a girl in front of me, also walking to work, and she touched the leaves on a bush as she turned the corner, and she touched the branch of a tree above her as she walked down the path leading to the campus. I was tempted to touch them too.

I walked through the meadow, in the sunshine, and there were the usual components that make up a lunchtime in my world: blackberries, apples, butterflies, fairies, ladybirds. It felt dreamy.

I returned to the office and checked the light switches, the time on my watch a few times, and the size and shape of my hands. I then went to the bathroom and put on the Groucho Marx spectacles and laughed at myself.

Then later, the network went down.