Until the River Ran Out
He said he fell asleep on the bus from Mount Vernon to the island and that he had the most vivid dream of me.
I rolled my eyes, always expecting a man to tell me that he dreamt of me topless, climbing on top of him rabid and wild.
“You were standing in a kitchen with long, silver hair.”
I was taken aback… surely I was destined to die young?
“You were laughing with your daughter, she looked just like you.”
I laughed it off and dismissed my poor friend, who eventually succumbed to his bipolar schizophrenia and substance abuse.
Deep down, I kept that mental image, and as I sit in my kitchen, over 12 years later, with my six year old daughter… I wonder if he truly saw my future.
I rolled my eyes, always expecting a man to tell me that he dreamt of me topless, climbing on top of him rabid and wild.
“You were standing in a kitchen with long, silver hair.”
I was taken aback… surely I was destined to die young?
“You were laughing with your daughter, she looked just like you.”
I laughed it off and dismissed my poor friend, who eventually succumbed to his bipolar schizophrenia and substance abuse.
Deep down, I kept that mental image, and as I sit in my kitchen, over 12 years later, with my six year old daughter… I wonder if he truly saw my future.