The Melting 35
I slept in the coat. I woke abruptly, my dream swiftly dissipating save a phrase spilling from my tongue. Something Ophelia said- there’s rosemary for remembrance. I reached in my pocket and it was still there, the wand-like sprig, though a bit wilted. It was raining and my joints hurt. I needed coffee. I slipped the wilting wand back in t…
