Dreamt I was on a light rail train. In the front car. All was glass windows for viewing, including the floor. We sped out over Chicago. I could see the buildings beneath the water. Submerged. Dizzying with their height and the depth of the flood. A day bright with sun. Warm and blue sky. The other passengers laughing with apprehension of the clear bottom of the train.
She says, The thing that bothered me when I saw my house down there is that I know I left my door closed when I left. But now it’s open.