In the dream, I keep having to crawl through this tiny door to retrieve items from a tiny closet. The closet is leaking milk. My clothes are too tight and I can’t take them off. This frustrates me.

Day 7.

He bought one donut for each of us. I can’t resist.

The fog is thick and everything is wet from last night’s rain and this morning’s dew and it’s all just so beautiful.

It’s like a little slice of heaven. Pure heaven. I can’t even seem to compose my thoughts. I just want to stay here forever. This is what I want, I say to myself.

Laundry.

“Just have clarity of thought, clarity of vision, and clarity of presentation…” - Anna Wintor

Crab shell.

“…see, absorb, delight in…” - David Lynch

“I’m so glad you have such a good relationship with your parents,” he says. “Me, too.”