I felt a crack in my spirit and all the heat seeped out

Your lower case specialness sorted it into the proper dream categories

I crashed my way out of sleep and ate breakfast earlier than usual

I warmed up my rock and rolled it up the mountain

My spirit patched up
(for now)

“Everything is change, he said, and everything is connected.
Also everything returns, but what returns is not
what went away—“

— Louise Glück / “The Denial of Death”