I dreamt of Melanie last night, for the first time in months. Although I never saw her face, the dream itself was extremely vivid. I could feel that she was nearby. We went to a lot of the places we used to frequent, but each of them felt almost foreign. We were at the steps of her front porch, at the house she used to live in, down the street... but it was different. Strange sentiments had been written on the steps and they felt significant, but I couldn’t read them. Everything was so alien. The emotions, the texture, the colors, the smells. Even the sky felt somehow unfamiliar.

It was a strange dream, but I miss her dearly. I wish she were here.