It was in a hotel I dreamt about earlier in the week. I don’t remember that dream; I just remember the layout of the hotel. I went to the bar, which was basically just a bunch of tired executives on chairs in a hotel room. I was wandering around wondering where I could “get a damn cognac.” I drank a free 6 oz. cup of beer while discovering that they didn’t have anything other than beer.

I woke up with the phrase “the clear coverlet of dew . . . on the pool cover” in my head.