It was The Doctor's birthday, The Doctor from three years ago, The Doctor who is moving back in July, The Doctor who is apartment hunting here in May. The Doctor who I had a dream about a few days ago, who I told about it, another stone left unturned and another what if.
He's been on my brain since I dreamed of him, since I dreamed he saved me from a bridge malfunction, and now I'm listening to Wilco, the band that is his, thinking about him for no reason at all.
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