fragment/figment

you're like a crazy recurring dream, and in the dream, i always have plans to see you on thursday, but it never comes. it's always outside the parameters of my mind's conjecture. you're a disembodied voice on the telephone. my voice is wan, anemic, coming to you--barely--through frayed wires. i can hear you clearly, and being omniscient (as most dreamers are), can tell that your heart is not in our planned visit. you intend to make it, but in my heart, i feel that something will come up--an illness, an ice storm, a protest you forgot that you must attend if you are to take yourself seriously at all... but in the dream it never becomes thursday, so i don't know the outcome for my dream doppelganger--whether she is perpetually disappointed, waiting on the precipiece of Wednesday, knowing that you will not come, or whether, to her utter amazement, you materialize.