anonymous

He was a dream. He was in my dream.

He smiled with his eyes and he wanted adventure. We ran together, laughing. The world flew past us on either side. It moved faster than we did. We ran hand in hand until we reached the ocean.

The water lapped at our feet. It complemented our conversation, providing satirical commentary now and then. We shared an apple and our stories. He traced the lines on my palm; he kissed my shoulder.

Silence eased its way between us, closing the space. I felt him next to me. Breathe in. Breathe out.

He tucked a piece of hair behind my ear and whispered my name. I smiled. He touched my face and brought it close to his; he rested his forehead against mine. I closed my eyes.

"Don't wake up," he said. "I don't want to die."