I had a dream about her last night. She's been out of my phantasmal realm for a few days shy of two months now. But there she was last night, with her clear eyes shining as always. She wasn't who she always is, though. She shifted. Suddenly, I had taken on a new role, which is strange for me. I had grown in my dreamworld. I was not made out of paper mache over balloon form, I wasn't hollow, and I was certainly taller than a squirrel. In fact, I was so tall that I was even as tall as I am right now. (In my strange semblance of reality that is my dreamscape, I am usually only inches tall, though never disregarded). Anyway, I don't want to go into details, but everything is different now.

Or maybe I hadn't grown, but we were the same size at any rate.