i woke up feeling uncomfortable and slightly betrayed, because i think my subconscious has secretly joined forces with my mom and sister and aunts.
i had a wedding dream last night. it was my wedding and i was wearing a fluffy white dress. white shoes, even. (maybe it was a nightmare?) and all of my bridesmaids were also wearing white fluffy wedding dresses. they were walking around greeting all the guests and i was sitting (hiding, rather) at a crowded wedding banquet table. i was feeling restless and picking through the floral centerpiece, looking for a pretty red rose to put in my hair.
i won’t even try to find an explanation for the fact that i woke up this morning with two broken fingernails on my right hand.