I Had a Dream Last Night.
I had a dream last night.
When I woke up, I was overcome with a strong sense of love, but as the day went on, feelings of love morphed into feelings of helplessness, frustration, sadness, anger and sorrow.
If you could only imagine a baby with the brightest eyes, with blushing, glowing cheeks and the liveliest smile on her face; so pure, so animated and so responsive.
She was smiling with me, laughing at my jokes and imitating my funny faces; like I was looking into a mirror.
She had bangs like I did when my grandfather experimented in cutting my hair as a kid, but hers were messier, and a lot more uneven.
I felt an overwhelming sense of care for her, like an elder sister, wanting to teach her the ways of the world.
She was busying herself with either a napkin or a little food object, I can't remember which - but I touched her awkward bangs lightly, and told her gently, "You have to let me cut this, okay?"
And she smiled at me and nodded her head, her movement so slight it felt like the soft brushing of down against my cheek as I shifted my head upon my pillow.
Do I know her?
I think the question is: "Does she know me?"
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