We
met once, in a dream I had – or dreamt I had.
I recognized you instantly. You
were all my best ideas, all my wildest, saddest fears. I stood naked before you – or I felt naked
before you. And it was night but there
was something that felt like sunshine on my back. And then you kissed me and we melted into
sweat and hope and time.
I
wouldn’t recognize you now. You wouldn’t
know me. The dream is not the same. When we melted, we merged and when I woke you
were no longer all my best ideas, all my wildest saddest fears. You changed.
Or I did. Or we did.
This is Emily, buy the way. I just can't ever figure out how to post as myself. I try, but then it doesn't work and I give up and my post never actually happens.
ReplyDeleteI love, love, love these recent short pieces you have done. The long ones are good too, but there is something incredibly powerful about a full, complete story told in just a few words, where so much is missing, but nothing seems missing.
me again, and I actually can spell :)
DeleteThank you, Emily. That means a lot to me and I appreciate you reading them. All of the ones that address a "You" character are part of a larger work I'm in the process of creating/editing called "Love You, Me."
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