I had a strange dream last night

I had set up a brand new easel in my mentor Mary's studio.

She popped her head round the door and asked me, sounding surprised:

What are your doing in my house?

Oh I decided this is the best place to paint. You've got such good light. In fact I think I will paint the view from your window, I answered pompously.

Waking up I thought, oh my God, I was being so rude using her studio without asking her.

Then I remembered that she died ten years ago.

But it seemed as though I had really just talked to her.

Its a shame I was being such an idiot.