Dear Kay,
I take it back, I don't want to dream about Squidge anymore. Every night for the last three nights I have dreamt that he's coming back early. And every morning I wake up, and realise it was just a dream.
The other day, Penny walked past me at the photocopier and asked me how many more days until I saw him again. I answered her immediately. She laughed in a nervous way, waddled off again.
16 days.
I miss you (both).
--K.
