5/21/09

Sneaking into the house on Hillside. The side door, I knew it’d be unlocked. Packages waiting for me, returned to that address. A package of easter candy from my dad, something from Leah, maybe? AOr to her, rather. And then I knew Jerry and Robbie were headed back in the car, and I was running up the stairs – blue carpeted stairs – to my room. Most of the furniture was gone, just a dresser, with a few things on it. Looking around the room.

So unnerved when I woke up. I remembered the house in so much more detail than I would’ve remembered just thinking about it. And now thinking of the dream, more detail about the house comes to me. The uly angel, the cubboards in my room, The carpet, the built-in book shelf across from the bed. So fucking unnerving. Like a past life. The last place that felt like home.