i slept for a bit. and dreamed.

i was in a large hallway of some sort. my friend was there. he looked the same as he did when he was living. he smiled and hugged me, but didn't say anything. the smile didn't reach his eyes. they were sad.

i walked past him, and there were some others there, too. i told them how much i missed them, but they kept on looking at me sort of sadly and ushering me forward.

i came to the end, and i don't know who it was that spoke to me. he(she?) held my hands in his and said two things to me. one was, "you always favor the broken things." and there was that sad smile again, and i knew it was true.

the other thing spoken to me is something i don't think i will ever tell anyone, and i won't ever forget it.

i was happy to wake up, but sad, too.