We're leaving for Block Island today, I think. The weather isn't looking too great. Still, I think it would be neat to speed across the sea on the high-speed ferry during a thunderstorm. Maybe I'll see something out there. When I walked Narragansett Beach with Jamie at night, the waves and white foam mixed with the shadows and resembled mermaids and long lost sea creatures.
In my dream last night, God tucked me and Josh into a big pocket smelling of sweet wild flowers. I snuggled close to Josh, dim light lulling us to sleep, and God said something about the two of us. I believe it was along the lines of, "And these two children, now rest and lie together, forever." We hadn't died. God had just swept us away and placed us in a secret hole in the world. I woke up tangled in my bed sheets, white and calm.
Now my mom is bitching at me because I put money in the Brooks bag I brought home. I didn't want to put it in my purse, because it's not mine, but I didn't want to carry it inside and get it all wet on the way. Sure, it was messy of me, but I think she can live.
You can't please everybody.
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