Last night I dreamt I had two days to live. It was sad and it was scary, but it was only barely these things. Mostly I was just surprised. I was in my childhood bedroom; the windows were open and sunlight spilled across the floor. I can’t remember ever seeing sunshine in a dream.
This morning I passed Santa Claus on my walk to work. He wore a grey suit and his hat was ringed with dirt. He drank his coffee from a travel mug. He told me to have a good morning and I thought,