This morning I woke and felt like I was still in my dream. Or at least I could still vividly remember the emotions that the dream evoked.
And I was sad.
I missed my friend that was in it.
I know it sounds silly, but sometimes I like to think we travel and we reconnect with people we miss in our dreams. (too many Richard Bach books as a teenager or perhaps it's the Celtic druid talk when growing up.)
Usually when I miss someone really special, I will see them in my dreams and we chat and catch up. I wake up happy because I had "seen" them.
But not last night.
Last night I was snuggled in with my friend and we were intensely talking. And then, I had to wake up. And I didn't want to go. I didn't want the moment to end.
Then I was awake.
And very, very heartbroken.
*sigh*
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