Dream Journal
I called Melissa and was very sad when her answering machine picked up. I wondered where her roomate was, and decided to not leave a message.
I hung up the telephone and when I turned around Melissa stepped out of her old room wearing a towel around her torso and another around her head. She had just gotten out of the bath. I chuckled and told her that I had just called her place and thought it was weird she didn’t pick up. I didn’t know she was at my parents’ home.
She stood just inside her bedroom door looking at me. She did not say anything, and I wondered why she was acting weird.
Themes: Melissa