there were so many people, and so many people looked like you.
the hair, the back, the face, the nose, the sunglasses, the smile, the shoulders, the skin.

i dreamt of you.
i came home and you were reading my books at the dining table.
the books you've read were on the staircase.
i offered to bring them upstairs, but you insisted you would take them instead.
we brought them together.
your parents were talking to mine, and you joined them, and everyone was awkward.
i went to a white hut i built, and slept inside.
when i woke up, the hut was bigger and more white and my dad was outside telling me to hurry up.