I dreamt the crew was still frying eggs

I keep dreaming about the crew breakfasts—everyone crowded around the camp stove, eggs hissing in the pan, the smoke hanging low. Last night we were all there, young again, no one said a word about the fire from the day before, and the quiet rang louder than the flames ever did. Woke up and listened to the empty house and thought, yeah, that's how it is now.