Lover's Gifts XXVIII: I Dreamt

I dreamt that she sat by my head, tenderly ruffling my hair with

her fingers, playing the melody of her touch. I looked at her face

and struggled with my tears, till the agony of unspoken words burst

my sleep like a bubble.

    I sat up and saw the glow of the Milky Way above my window,

like a world of silence on fire, and I wondered if at this moment

she had a dream that rhymed with mine.