In my dreams

On Friday night I dreamt that Burt came to chat with me. He sat on the edge of the tub, cigarette in hand. You don’t smoke I said. I thought I’d try it. No harm now. He was casual. We don’t have a tub. He looked well, was lively and he said I got my smarts back.

I had never heard him speak like that but the cadences were very welcome to me. It was nice to see him, even in my dreams.