sometimes

Sometimes I go looking. Sometimes I go looking for them in my dreams and sometimes in my waking life. Sometimes I send emails that say, “How are you? I miss talking with you.” Sometimes I hear back and sometimes I don’t. This dream I had, I was throwing things into my bag, the bigger bag that I carry to work, the sturdy and slightly more expensive than I wanted bag that my purse and book fit into perfectly. I was running late; I was late; I was running. I had my hat and coat on. I was running. Things were falling out of my hands. Things were falling. Suddenly, I had to go to the bathroom. Suddenly, I couldn’t find my place or where the bathroom might be in it, and suddenly, I was in a gigantic bathroom with rows and rows of toilets....