survival

i dreamt about it for the first time, last night.

i know it will happen more often. the closer, closer, closer it gets.

paranoia, fear, anxiety. muddled in a delicious cocktail of hope, excitement and relief.

finally, i’m hunting.

slumber party.

i’ve woken up in london. i’m hearing birds chirp in english accents outside my window.

it’s not a dream.

finally!

it’s london, london, london!