082404 #human Just sitting here having dinner and Megan is in her chair eating some grapes. She's finished her clam chowder, of which she was quite fond. Anyway, the way she looks at me sparks something--for a moment she is the girl from the dream, the Megan in the woods. It's her, with her amused / faraway / sad eyes. We look straight at each other for a little bit, and it's as if we're trying to remember where we know each other from. In what distant city, during what great war did we meet? A few minutes later she starts swinging her legs and singing Winnie the Pooh, smiling mischievously / guilelessly.