Phil went home early this morning, and for me, it just couldn’t have come soon enough. He was sulky and needy from the minute I woke until he left. I thought for a second that I was closing down on him again, and then I thought about all the other times I’ve closed down on…
Tag: Cooking
Food
Dreaming I am in Maxine’s home, but sometimes she is Louise and my nan’s energy. Ivy is in her bedroom. Maxine is cooking food; I sit on her sofa. I see Ivy on the toilet; she hides my view with a bird cage. A cat goes in my bag and takes a bite out of a packet of cheese I have in there; I give it the rest to finish. I leave Maxine’s house without the food that I think she is making for me. I step outside and see a man,…