{drabble: dreams}

[rent_and_torn]

Or prediction.



Doors.

"Finding you was a hell of a job."
"Why are you here?"
"To see you."
"You've seen me. You've seen everything."
"I know."
"There's nothing left to see."
"There's you."
"I'm as visible as I've always been."
"Well, I didn't look hard enough. So now I will."

Silence.

"I'm ready to talk."
"..."
"You used to be big on talking. I used to have a problem with it."
"There are times when talking doesn't help a whole lot."

Silence.

"I'm sorry."
"I still love you."
"I'm sorry about that, too."
"I'm sorry that it isn't enough for you."
"Here and now?"
"I wouldn't believe you."
"I wouldn't blame you."

Silence.

"What are you doing?"
"I was meditating."
"Mind if I join you?"
"You meditate?"
"I used to."

Silence.
Sitting.
Sighs.

"I love you, too."
"I'm not ready."
"Neither am I."
"But there's a someday."
"There's always a someday."
"As long as we're both drawing breath, right?"

Silence.

...And then I woke up.