Sunday, November 2, 2008 @9:40 AM
I sat down.
I looked up.
You came in.
You gently scratched my hair.
Then you withdrew your hand.
I grabbed it.
I pulled.
And I hugged you so tightly you gasped and couldn't breathe, but you didn't complain.
And everyone around was smiling, because it was okay.
And we were both smiling, because it was all okay.
I asked, is this a dream?
You didn't say anything.
I bit myself.
I couldn't tell if it hurt.
I said, I don't want this dream to end.
You said, me neither.
You snuggled close.
I hugged so tightly.
I blinked.