The Dream

I had a dream.

We are in your car, a fixed up TR-6, taken from your brother. The radio retro blasts a Jim Morrison high. You steer south toward the I-5. A ribbon of trees line the hillside.  Blood red mingles with atomic tangerine.

I glance left, note how the sun casts light across your face. My finger traces the map of your jaw. You are delicious; I am enchanted.

Camped out beneath starry skies we share stories of who we will become. You are moving up; I am moving on. Wrapped within your arms I feel an unfamiliar touch of forever.

Hoar frost blanketed our tangled bones. Winter winds ripped us open.  Upon spring’s return, we awoke-  as if from a tale, frozen to a past.

I never told you: I loved our fleeting moments.

Anna G. Watson

~ educator, aspiring writer, simple design and style

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