The moment seemed so real. I walked into my old bedroom of the house I grew up in. Many of my "at home" dreams occur in that house, not my present home or any in between. I deliberately left the room dark, even though I went in to find a camera manual in the desk for Mia. She was there. The desk drawer even opened with that sound it makes--a backwards, Fisher Price moooo sound. I spoke to Mia while I searched. Oh! There was Lloyd across the room, awoken from his nap. He sat up. He and I stared at one another, frozen, for a period of time. I didn't feel like he knew me, and apparently I had forgotten all about him. I wasn't afraid of him waking up, like I really am.