literal tender_square he ambled into the kitchen and she asked him how he slept. -ok. -like okay good, or okay bad? -well, i was up for a bit in the middle of the night. -oh! i’m sorry. -and i had an upsetting dream. she prayed for protection in that moment knowing what was coming; it wasn’t time yet. she knew this. -what was it about? -i dreamt that you were being unfaithful to me. -that *is* highly upsetting. she embraced him for a long while and rubbed his back. but every movement she made after she pulled away felt awkward, like clumsily choreographed attempts at normalcy. she didn’t know what to do with her mouth. she was afraid of compensatory eye-contact. she put away the dishes while he made toast, his back to her. she watched squirrels at the window when there was nothing left for her hands to do. when he sat at the table with his breakfast, she sat with him, out of fear that the situation would be worse if she avoided him. she recounted her dream for lack of anything else to talk about, a dream concerning lightbulb_light_and_rock. -i haven’t been able to remember any of my dreams lately, but at least there’s that. -i feel like you reacted strangely to my dream. -really? how so? -because when you hugged me you didn’t say that i had nothing to worry about. -you don’t have anything to worry about! -okay, but now it’s prompted by me saying that instead of in the moment. if you had said that it would’ve made me think, “okay, this dream isn’t literal, it’s about something else related to myself.” 220417 what's it to you? who go blather from