21 June 2016

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There are built-in bookshelves near my bed. They are pretty deep. I had things in them, and then I took them out again. I put those things inside boxes that I hope to move 600 miles away very soon. Now the shelves are empty as they once were.

Early this morning Dante jumped from my face into the lowest shelf. I woke up a bunch of times, mostly from nightmares, and when I stared up at the ceiling I saw his little head in my peripheral vision. He always seemed to be awake when I was, and he was always watching me. Dante is weird as hell, man. He has his own little life going on parallel to mine, and I can only ever guess what he’s thinking about. Maybe he just finds it interesting to watch humans sleep.