I dreamt about you last night. It was unusual, because I normally dream of anything other than you, but you were apparently on my mind.
Apparently, I’m also in denial.
In the dream, you had contacted me via email. I don’t quite remember the text on screen and what it said, but I do remember your voice reading it.
Your voice that would, in time, become my favorite song, one that I always enjoyed listening to.
“I always thought my voice was annoying...” you said after I had confessed.
“You may not be able to hear it,” I replied, “but if you listen carefully, you can hear the music woven within.”
You blushed.
In the dream, your image had appeared on a big screen, and I saw that you were speaking to me.
I felt your essence. It was like you were there. It was like we had found each other while wandering the dreamscapes, or maybe I had been staring into a different reality where our lives had taken an alternate path. The one you had wanted. The one I wouldn’t walk on.
You stopped talking.
Smiling, you pressed your hand against the screen on your side.
I put my hand over yours, and I felt your skin against mine.
I felt love.
I felt our bond.
I felt my depression slip into a dark void, and my anxiety was washed away by a purity that wrapped itself around my body.
I felt everything that we would both feel any time we were together.
I felt clear.
Our hands moved to holding, and we rested them on the table between us.
My color changing eyes were locked with your beautiful brown.
Nothing else existed in this time, a time I had wished would last eternally.
It was us.
Just us.
And I felt at peace.
“What happened after that?” someone would later ask.
Staring off into the distance, a pain in my heart, I responded.
“I woke up.”
- Jaclyn