Last night I had a dream I took Myles to school, and it was just a big, old house. On the inside, there were illustrations of flowers and books of gardens, and I bought two for Maria. Then Justin came in with a red-hot poker and lit my cat-eared backpack on fire, and I cried as it crumbled into a pile of ash. He apologized, but I wouldn’t listen. I became very sick and then laid down to die on the couch.