Waking 6:58am May 3rd

I was back living in Maine

I was in my apartment there

He was there too. Living upstairs

He was not aged

We were both still young

He had all these siblings to take care off

They lived in the same apt building as me now.

His woman he was with at the time lived there also but in her own apartment.

She greeted me kindly. She was thin and athletic but her clothing was silly looking and tacky. She was very nice though and upbeat. Very chatty.

He came waking out from behind the apartment building with a black leather cowboy hat on and chuck taylors on his feet.

He said I bet you think this is silly — but this is really me. It is good to see you.

And then all of his siblings came running towards him and they fell into a heap laughing

Then I am home on the island in the house

The old wall to wall rug is back with the huge heavy coffee table.

My sister says hello. Tells me that the house has just been emptied of guests that week and that a boy I crushed on from freshman year till 15 when I left had rented with another old schoolmate

I pass through the house. Looking at what he had seen of my presence then.

A lot of my stuff was still there.