Monday, August 10, 2009

Last night, I had a dream.

We were seated on a bench, his back to me. He looked troubled. Either that,
or he was just being his usual distant self.

Then he lay down on my lap. And I held him. Just cradled his head in my

There were no butterflies in the stomach. No reddening of the cheeks.

All I wanted to do was make him feel that I cared. I could be a good

But he didn't cry.

His head felt smaller.

I woke up, feeling somewhat disappointed that nothing happened.

Written November 3, 2007

For the life of me, I cannot remember who I was writing about.