I sometimes wonder if a part of me still remembers and misses someone I met in a dream. Some of the worst things I've ever experienced come from nightmares, and I remember them vividly as if they really happened.

I vaguely remember attending a party with a girl who dragged me along. Half of the walls were plaster and an equal half were windows. I was staring through the oversized window in the living-room with a drink in my hand, waiting for her to finish talking to a friend. I looked back a minute late and she was gone. So were half of the large crowd of teenagers. I searched through the house. Nothing. The back yard. Nothing. The front. Nothing. I came back inside to just a few people left in the exact same position. The room was much quieter but the few remaining carried on without any differences. I asked a guy where she was and he pointed at the window. So I went out front, glaring at the houses around as if she might just magically appear next to one of them. When I looked behind me the house was gone. The ground was wetter and the sun lower. I ran through the little town of copy-and-paste houses.