Dream

 

 

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There have been only 2 dreams. The first left me awhile back.  

And then last night. I was seated at a large table where every other person locked an arm with every other person. 

Except me. Somehow I wasn’t an every other. 

And then last night. An arm slipped in and wrapped itself around me. It felt familiar.  So I turned and looked into… his eyes.  I gazed into them with amazement.  There he was. 

There he was.  

I cried.  I dropped my head on his shoulder, his hand shrouding it as I wept.  No one seemed to notice. The every others vanished, leaving us alone. 

I whispered, “You’ve been away way too long.”  Feeling relieved he was there, I only cried…

Not onto his shoulder but into my sheets. 

Oh. He isn’t here. 

He isn’t here. 

He was here for a moment.  I rolled over, allowing lagging tears to pool, savoring the moment, feeling his familiar.  Clinging to the moment. 

There he was. 

A dream.  A moment.  A gift.  A dream. 

Thankful.