Last night, I dreamt that someone had built themselves a beautiful, unique form of a lute, and they wanted me to get my harp so we could play together.

When I found my harp, it was strangely shaped into two pieces that folded together. I tried to tune the bottom section, but something came off in my hand, and all the strings ran together so not only couldn't I tune them, I couldn't even separate them to play.

I kept asking for a tuning key, but there was none to be found. I tried playing along on the top portion, incompletely tuned, but I couldn't hold it right and the harp was no longer a part of me and I couldn't make it sing, and I cried.


And now, as I'm writing this, Hunter is in the room with me, and he is "playing" my actual harp (unbroken and at least somewhat in tune) and singing along, and I can't help but smile.