Day 28

Pila

Last night I dreamed about those boys again, only this time instead of me, they were chasing a little girl through the streets with their broom handle. I was watching from the perspective of some lazy guardian angel, floating above the scene in a cloud of white gas, as all four figures ran and ran, streaking crossways and back through the ill-lit streets and alleyways.

Their faces were different too. Each one in the dream was not one face, but several ' composites of people I knew and people I had seen. They had all of the familiarity and none of the warmth.

The little girl looked familiar too, although I can't for the life of me think where I know her from. Maybe a movie.