I know her name is June

It's hard to sleep. I think I am tossing and turning and the only reason I know it's a dream is because I am not in the same bed I know I am sleeping in. It's time to wake up - there is so much to do. But everything is confusing and the scenery keeps changing. There is a phone call. We have to move but I don't know if I am coming too. I ask but don't get an answer at first and then when I do it doesn't make sense and is sketchy. We are outside. The scenery is changing from the front of my childhood apartment building to the front of TF's house in Quogue. It's a driveway and a sidewalk and I ask if I need to come but it's too late - the car is pulling away. I realize her name is June. Her name is June. I realize that am standing in a camisole and boy shorts and it's cold out so I go inside - it's the lobby of my old apartment building. When I pass the mirror I see that my pajamas are long now.