last night i dreamt that i had a kitten. the whole night. a good seven hours of me just dreaming about this kitten, playing with it, trying to think of a way i could sneak it past my landlords. it was a magical kitty that didn't shed, so i wasn't allergic to it. happiest seven hours of my week, easily.

it's the only dream i've been able to remember in months.

the kitten's name was alison.

i'm not sure what my subconscious is trying to tell me.