strange but true. i dreamt of you last night.
cameron was 4, and enamoured with a bubble machine (unsurprising hah), which was set up somewhere and she was dancing around in them and saying ‘ mommy, bubble machine! *name removed to protect them/and i cannot adequately confirm it was indeed them* has got a bubble machine! for me! for me! i am a lucky girl!’
when i woke up i could still feel bubbles against my face.
when i woke up you were not there.
but there was a bubble in the air.