A house like mine

Date: 8/6/2017

My boyfriend and I broke up a few weeks ago, and he's evicting me from our apartment. He's used some immeasurably cruel tactics of late, and I wake up every day with the feeling I'm being punched while on NyQuil. This morning, I dreamt that we were making up from a fight. Our house was dark and there were more rooms than would allow in the daylight, but we stood holding each other in our living room. We had reconciled in the dark, and when we peered outside from a large arched window, the city resembled Venice, but was free of people. I was happy for the moment. Waking up was torture.