My dreams have all been the same these past few weeks - I'm back at the beach, standing at the top of the cliff. A phone rings behind me and there's a phone booth where there's never been one before.
I try to dial home - my childhood home - but all the numbers kept moving around the dialling pad and I was never able to finish dialling. Whether I wanted help, reassurance or just a chat, I don't know.
My dream always ends with me curling up in the bottom of the phone booth, sobbing and clutching the receiver.
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