alone in the atlanta airport on easter sunday

Last night I dreamt Damien, Lorelei, and Derek were in my hotel room. They were joking and laughing and jumping around, as kids will do, and I was desperately trying to quiet them down before their dad heard them. Finally I became harsh, like him, and told them they had to go. The three of them started fading, their sounds started fading, and, when I looked again, they were gone.

I have cried so many tears last night and this morning and now I am numb.