You and I...

I had a dream about you last night.

Admittedly, it was only one small bit of a bigger, stranger, yet somehow more familiar dream, but it was the part I picked out the most. It was a sweet dream, for me, at least.

The sky was dark and shaded with the blue light of gentle stars, and I felt the comforting warmth of you as you held me tight in your arms. I felt you breathe, felt your heartbeat, felt your breath and hands in my hair as I tried to hold on tighter and forever, forever. You didn’t say anything until I asked you to say your name – I’d never heard it said right, or with your wonderful accent I’d heard only once (and more than a year ago). I felt the vibrations, not unpleasant at all, and listened to the way it should sound: your name, the wind gently rustling through the trees somewhere close but far off, the way you spoke, your pulse. It was absolutely perfect.

It couldn’t last long enough – you had to head off to your house, floating somewhere on a dark, but friendly, hill, and I had to return to mine. It couldn’t last, but I woke up just the same as always, but this time in the middle of the night, with the feel of your name on my lips.