He finally spoke to me, talked to me like I existed again and we were friends and all was normal and right with the world. The last time we spoke was in September, during the Holidays - since then I have ceased to exist in his eyes, nothing more than a veritable shade; a unknown walking along the corridor; a being, just a being.

It was a dream of classmates and fun, familiar faces, love and the past (or was it the future? I can only wish it were so!). It was a dream I was most reluctant to wake from. Where everything felt right and safe and calm. But it was just a dream.

Tonight I head off for the grand land of Chaos, to my ancestral home bearing gifts of 3-in-1 coffee and eating roasted chestnuts along the street. Taaa!