Utmost Security

I had dream, that wasn’t a nightmare.

I was in a large city, black shirt, writing stuffed in briefcase. I was with someone, that’s new. Usually, I’m alone.

I talked excitedly, waving my hands in motions. I was nervous about something. They grabbed my hand, to make me stop.

Skip with me. I said, and they just laughed. Fine, I’ll skip by myself. I let go of their hand, and  skipped through a huge city.

Finally, I turned back. They were still walking. Better? They ask. Much…I respond. They draped their arm over my shoulder, and kissed my forehead.

The feeling was of the utmost security. That they would never leave.

Then it was over. I hope I feel it one day in the future.

 

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