Partial email to Maria.

I had a dream this morning. I was on Delancey, but way east. I decided to go see if that bar you used to work at was still there. I walked past streets with long, multi-word names, and then a cemetery that was a few blocks long. I got to where the bar was, but it was suddenly your apartment. No one was home, but I guess the door was unlocked, and I went inside. I decided to take a nap. I think I slept for about an hour, then realized I should probably get out of there because if would be really weird if I got caught taking a nap in your bed, especially if Danny showed up. Then I though to myself that I was kinda like Goldielocks. I think I'm gonna put this email in my blog. Except for the first part.