I keep having this dream where I am in the middle of the ocean at dawn. I’ve been treading water all night, holding onto a plank, being battered by waves. I’m too tired to be fearful of what’s below and I’m about to give in to my exhaustion when I see you standing in the distance. You’re not saying anything and I can tell it’s you, because your eyes are bluer than the landscape. You’re holding a light that never goes out. You’re like the Motel 6 of my nightmare.