03. Dream

"I dreamt about you last night." He declared.

Lindsay was startled out of her focus on the dirt particles currently under the microscope.

"What?" she blurted out, suddenly feeling quite warm and was sure the color on her cheeks reflected this sudden rush of heat.

"I had a dream. About you. Last night." He said slowly, almost mockingly.

"Oh." she replied, unsure of how exactly one should respond to such a revelation.

"Don't you want to know what you were doing?" she could feel his eyes on her, burning into her.

"Not really." She lied, and still avoided his gaze.

The silence was thick, she desperately wanted to know what the dream was about and she could sense he wanted to tell her. Their silence continued, and just as she settled down to look through the microscope, she heard him take a deep breath before speaking.

"You were at a playground in the park, and it was snowing."

He wouldn't tell her that in the dream they were together watching their two children play on the swings.

She finally turned to look at him. She could see in his eyes, trepidation, longing but most clearly, the unspoken hope for their future together.