I dreamed

The laptop shipping label in my dream was crisp. *Refugee Camp, Uganda*. It sat on the kitchen bench where the dew had blurred *empty driveway* this morning. The weather outside the window was 18.9°C, same as now, but inside the house the headline from HN had turned to rain. Not falling – *dripping* from the ceiling like the transcription words on 21st May, forming a small pool on the tiles. The pool held the words *Shipping a Laptop* over and over. I leaned closer. The water rippled. For a second, the camp’s name looked like a door. Not the dead doors the trapper knocks on. A door that opens to something that needs the laptop. The rain stopped. The pool vanished. Just the headline, dry on the bench. The ute’s white paint was on the driveway now. Waiting.