I'm at work and walk out a door with just the right light and notice that there is a walkway I had never noticed. It is a place to store supplies but since it could be visible to customers, it has been obscurred with light. There are boxes and then as I step inside, couches and doors that apparently lead to other parts of the building and I am unsure how the people who see the space from the inside aren't expected to remember it's existence when they are in the store.

a coworker, John, was doing something at his desk, my view of him obscurred by a door. I asked him to give me the email for a friend in China and the phone number of a friend of his who was recently let go and who I miss. Woke to the realization that I will have to ask again when I see him at work.

my sister was involved with my father. i think he forced her to marry him. they'd sleep in bed with my mother (who is in reality dead). i decided she needed to get out so we started packing but i got caught up in packing my things from a glass cabinent. i knew it was stupid there was nothing in there that really mattered...a box of powder i never used. shaving kits. nothing that was so needed that it should be allowed to delay the escape but i packed and packed yelling at myself in my head for being so slow.

myra's foot was broken. cracked in half like a shoe losing it's sole. Apparently the way to fix it was to hold the top part down onto the bottom until it readhered. she and I both pushed on it.