So we're sitting facing one another. Me in one chair, him in the other, with just a small card table between us. The room is dark, so I can barely make out his face. But neither of us bother to turn on a light. This is how it's always been between us. I call his phone, he answers, he invites me over, I accept, we meet each other in the dark. We lay our secrets out on the table, talking about nothing and yet everything.

"Talk to me," he says.

"It's raining outside," I say, even though it isn't.

"I know. It's been quite a downpour lately," he responds.

We both turn to where the window should be, but isn't because there never was one. He nods.

"Yep, it's really coming down out there. Do you have an umbrella?"

"I lost it."

"That's unfortunate. Was it a good one?"

"Yeah," I say and look away.

"That's even more unfortunate. It's hard to find good ones these days."

"I know."

We both fall silent and listen to the supposed raindrops patter onto the imaginary windowpane. The silence isn't uncomfortable, but it's presence is heavy. It's a few minutes or it could have been a few hours before any of us speak again.

"Are you going to obtain a new one?" he asks.

"I don't know...It's hard to find new ones. Ones that wouldn't break under all the rain or be torn apart by the wind."

"Hhmmm...that could be a problem. You may want to look into ponchos," he says.

"I don't like ponchos. You're not helping."

"I know. But the answer to your question is for you to find. Not me for you." he says.

And then it's over. The room is gone. He is gone. I wake up and ponder the dream. The oddness of never seeing the man but knowing who he was. The conversation that was searching for an answer to a question never asked.

I don't know what I'm looking for. But I know who to ask. I pick up my phone and scroll down to a number I haven't called in months. My phone dials and the other line rings...and rings...and...

"Hello?" the voice says.

"Hey, it's me," I say.

"Talk to me."

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Em-sy darling, I think your weird, mushroom dreams are rubbing off on me...
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I am bored. Only not because I'm conversating with four people at once:
AP and Ann Michelle on IM.
Texting Topher.
dA-ing with Robert.

Today was dull. BUT HAPPY EASTER ANYWAYS!!!!

No words...I wrote enough.

Laters.
-You Know Who
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the lyrics below are screwed up.
"Say Anything Else" by Cartel