As these last days come to an end, I know that the "good-bye" will soon come. Each day is the same nice, early summer day: bright, warm, and gorgeous. They're all pretty much the same: wake up late, eat, check what's going on, and do what I have to do. On the last day I check my phone and see a missed call. It's from him. It was his last day, so maybe he just wanted to talk. I don't think much of it and don't call back because it is late at night. I go to bed and dream an unforgettable dream...
Everything is cloudy. Our forest is covered in trees, the air thick and muggy with dense fog. I look around but there is nothing to see except for trees and white air. I try to run away, to anywhere but here. As I run, I feel as if I am stuck in tar. My feet are moving as fast as lead in water. I tire easily and collapse, for I cannot breathe well in such air. I am falling in slow motion as if I am in honey. I hit the soft dirt slowly, unnaturally slowly, then turn my face so I can breathe. I see the silhouette of the trees through the white mist. Out of exhaustion, I plan on waiting for death in this state. No one knows this place except for one other person. I feel numbness capturing my body, feeling nothing as I close my eyes. My head tilts backward and my legs are hanging. Fear overwhelms me. My brain tells me to keep my eyes closed because I fear what is happening, but my heart tells me to open them. I listen to my heart and slowly-almost reluctantly- open my eyes. The fear washes away immediately. I see his face. I know I am safe now. He sits down with me in his arms and whispers...
I wake up in tears. I can't forget such a dream. I record this because maybe it might mean something. It is around 3 in the morning and my brain tells me to go back to sleep. But my dream is telling me something… so I listen for minutes. And I finally hear it. My heart has told me what I shall do. I go to our forest, slipping out the house quietly. The sky seems like it is mourning. The trees are wet, the dirt is soggy, the air damp...what does this mean? Where should I go? I listen. Now I know where. I go to where he first took me. I sit there expecting nothing, lying down and thinking of everything he has done. I say out loud, "Thank you."
"What for?" I did not see him sitting on a tree stump gazing into my watery eyes.
My surprise melts away. "Everything..."
He comes to me and cradles me like a child. I know the final good-byes are coming closer every second. He whispers something softly. We get up and hold hands. He asks, "How did you know I was here?"
"…I have my explanations."
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