Mid- afternoon I crawled on the bed for a nap. I didn’t really think I’d sleep but the idea felt good to me.
I did sleep, and dream.
The only dream I recall was being in an elevator. It was made of light cream colored marble. To change floors you had to slide a rectangle of marble up or down next to the floor number on the wall beside the doors. My elevator wouldn’t move though – up or down – and the door wouldn’t open. I was mildly frustrated, not upset or angry, and kept tinkering away with it knowing it’d open sooner or later.
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