All of my dreams in the past weeks have involved my brother. In some we emerge as survivors of limitless horrors. In others we are the adventurers on a terribly inhospitable ocean. In all of them, we are a force, a team, a strong limb.
Last night when the shift of mind took place, I was wearing sleek black slacks and a pearly sleeveless white shirt. In my right hand I held my car keys, my ID, and a viciously red pomegranate. Later I pushed the jubilant seeds out of their membrane and consumed all of them while considering the motion of the heavenly bodies.