I'm at the top of Totnes, by the car park that is outside the Bull Inn. And I am making Rose, the beautiful pregnant Pre-Raphaelite girl who used to work in the stationery shop, cry. I can't remember what I was saying, but she was very upset. Her boyfriend was sitting on the bench nearby holding their child. Yet she is still pregnant. And beautiful. I'm not sure how this is happening as they moved away from the area last month. I continue to be mean to her...in some way.
And then I wake up.