Once I had a dream…
She finds it written on a scrap of paper in his mansion, amid the wreckage and clutter that he never bothered to clear, and she has never touched herself out of respect for his choices as a free man (though her hands itchfor a broom almost every time she visits.)
She turns the words over in her mind, worrying at them, teasing them, thinking of what he told her on their single night together, I began to remember…
She holds the scrap with its fragment of his careful handwriting, and wonders if he has also begun to dream.