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I had a dream. I was sat in a meeting, one of those interminable ones which rises and falls in it's pace like a wheezing breather of a porcupine inside a brain. My head wanted to explode. You came and stood behind me. I leaned my head back and slightly to the side, resting against you. I felt an immense sense of relief, reassurance. My eyes were wide open but I was blissfully at ease inside my head. Your hand was on my shoulder, then my hair. Suddenly you ran off to talk to some secondary three students. The pounding in my head came back; and an emptiness.

Emptiness, inky and vast, in which the moon hung like a guillotine. Weightless, we watched it from a porthole on the side of our spacecraft. You had on huge glasses, like Marcie from Peanuts. I said, what are you doing with those glasses? You turned and left the roomy module. I felt as empty inside as the huge raging vacuum outside.