[Prologue: a dream]
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Someone I had never met before appeared in my dream.
All I could remember when I opened my eyes was that I had never met him.
Or had seen him.
Or had heard his voice.
But I knew that I loved him.
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Curled up under my thick, blue blanket, I stared at the snowflakes silently drifting away outside the window.
I closed my eyes, and rubbed my toes against the soft blanket.
Maybe, if I closed my eyes, the warmth I had felt would last a little bit longer.
The warmth as he held me in his arms.
The flutter when he smiled at me.
The overwhelming sense of happiness when he called my name and looked me in the eyes.
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As the warmth started to leave, I closed my eyes firmly.
Why couldn't I remember his face?
I lost his eyes.
I lost his voice.
I lost his touch.
I lost his breath.
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Maybe, just maybe, if I fell back asleep, I could go back to where the dream had ended.
Maybe.
Please.
