so it was rather a lovely thing when last night, after waking up with a nightmare, i fell back asleep and dreamt of the dog of my childhood.
i remember nothing much about the dream except that it was something to do with finding something, we were in a field near a white house and burvil was there. and, suddenly, so was the dog of my childhood.
i must've been kid-sized because he was enormous. and though my dreams are very seldom tactile, i was keenly aware that the texture of his fur was exactly as i remembered.