Dear T.

Dreaming about you and Old T. Last night and again this morning. (I'm on the night shift).

I quite like dreaming about it all because at least then I can feel some kind of connection, or some kind of movement.

Only snag is I wake up and realise that you didn't write me a letter. Old T didn't find me a good replacement etc. I wake up and realise that nothing has changed.

I am still confused and I am still stuck!