Last night I dreamed that sara and I fled the country… and went to live in France.
In the dream, sara really took to France, and learnt French in no time. She was soon getting involved in local politics, even getting invited to meet the mayor. Meanwhile I sat at home and cried, because I realized that even though I could get by in French, I didn’t want to. In fact, I realized France wasn’t where I wanted to be at all.
Then I woke up.