I had a dream of walking through chest-deep water with Eric, after abandoning the boat at a shallow section.
The water was smooth and dark, the colors were all endless purples and blues and grays. There were trees hanging over our heads.
We had a destination. I knew we would get there. I felt peaceful and all I wanted was more of being together.
Next I was in an underwater chamber. The roof was made of branches or reeds, the bottom was muddy and pebbly. I could breathe under the water.
Eric was behind me; he had a ticket stub from our first movie together and it was for me.
But it meant nothing because I couldn't find my ticket stub from the same movie to give to him.
I searched through the mud at the floor of the chamber over and over and became sad and more sad. My throat got tighter and tighter because I knew I didn't deserve a stub I couldn't reciprocate.
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