In desperate need of real sleep
Our silhouettes are walking toward the light, side by side. I’m watching us from the back (I? am watching us?) and wondering what it is I’m looking at.
Next thing I know, we’re sitting beside each other. I lay my head on his broad shoulder and he lays his head on mine. And I think, how nice it is to have a man who was tall enough for me to lay my head comfortably on his shoulder.
His coarse, big hand envelopes mine and our fingers entwine.
Except, who is he?
Another night, another dream.
This time, there’s laughter. We’re sitting around a small coffee table, drinking perhaps. (except I haven’t drunk in…so long) There’s a warm, enveloping light surrounding us and I come face to face with the fountain of laughter.
He looks like…someone I knew in USP. (No, Gabriel, not you.)
The mischievous grin, the face familiar, but the laughter I did not remember belonging to him. There were distinct warm feelings to match the lighting as well. Or it could have been the lighting tweaked to match my feelings.
Who, exactly, is this?
Who are they?
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