At my mother's home, I was in the downstairs bathroom putting some of Alice's polish on my nails. Using the brush to apply an even coat, I was thinking that it had been a long time since we were in contact. I felt that I should call her to let her know simply that I'm thinking of her; she would appreciate knowing this.
That was basically the dream.
The nail polish object is residual from L's classroom, where I recently saw a group discussion chronicled on newsprint. The heading was "skin care" or "nail care," and next to "nail polish" it said "mostly girls wear that!"Clearly this stuck with me; I'm not one who typically wears the stuff.
Today, if I close my eyes, I can imagine that I just haven't connected with Alice in a long time, that we're in the midst of one of our frequent dry spells. Soon we'll reunite and it'll be good again to be with her.
As if.
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