Nightmare

So, I had a nightmare last night.

In my dream, Special T and YayCoffee showed up to my apartment unannounced. The door to my guest room was open.

And they saw.

They saw the room.

The room I have not only NOT cleaned since I moved in, but that I never took the time to unpack. The room that I keep throwning things into rather than actually put them in their proper place. There are about a bagillion things I would rather do than clean that room. That room makes even me uncomfortable, which is why the door is ALWAYS closed.

They saw the room. And they stopped being my friends.