Dreampt that Matt's belly was completely tattooed. I was mesmerized by the black and deep blue ink spawled across his skin. Dreampt that pennies, dimes, quarters, nickels, and grains of sticky rice were acceptable forms of subway payment. Dreampt about ice dancing couples skating on the same rink which was showered with soft lavendar lights. Dreampt about kids and their self-maneuvered roller coaster ride, a concept that thrilled and frightened me. Dreampt about small black journals which belonged to my father being mysteriously stacked in the bathroom.
We woke up to the alarm clock playing Madonna's True Blue. I love that song. The alarm was set last night just in case he wanted to go to work today despite the holiday. And. He is here with us. "True blue baby I love you."