I had a terrible dream about my ex-boyfriend.

I was in his house.

He was married but had his mistresses over.

His wife had a meticulous shoe-organizing system, separated by color and type.

She hid my jelly sandals, amidst the dozens of other jelly sandals.

I cried because I couldn't find my jelly sandals.

He yelled at me.

Then helped me find them and told me to leave.

...

Oh, it was awful. And I'm sorry M, if you're reading this, I know you're not actually a mean person. I don't even know why I was there in the first place! Honestly. The most vivid part of the dream were the shoes, anyways. Oh the shoes! She had so many shoes. Cupboards full.