
i had a dream last night that i was in my grandmother's apartment, walking around and holding and petting kiawah, her warmth pressing into my side.
i put her down carefully and she ran off as nana asked me something from another area of the apartment.
i went into her kitchen and opened the fridge door and there was nothing in there. the shelves were bare save for two unidentifiable containers.
i choked back a gasp and made my way to the other room where b was.
"she's preparing to die. she's cleaning everything out because she knows she is dying."
"no" he said "she probably just hasn't gone to get groceries"
"no, she's preparing the die. i know it"
and then i broke down sobbing uncontrollably because i knew it was true.






























