Last night I dreamed I lost my wedding ring. I was somewhere in a city, in a foreign country. There was a blue shirt with empty pockets, a large building, and a woman at a desk with a lost-and-found drawer. My ring was not in the drawer. I tried to describe it to her, more or less the way it looks in real life: plain and fat and bright gol…
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to A Writer's Notebook to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.