The people in the house behind mine never, ever turn their outside light off. Even in the brightest sunlight.
I had a dream last night that I was having lunch at a spa with my (dead) mother and Peter from The Brady Bunch. After lunch, I couldn’t find my white trench coat and refused to leave until it was found.
Outside my window, there are two teenage boys with their bikes leaning against them, hitting each other with yellow flowers until the blossoms fall off. Then they get on their bikes and leave.
I have nothing to wear.