Monday, April 24, 2006

56th and Wabasha

I dreamt about an old friend. We were sitting next to one another on a padded window seat, watching people dance. As we sat my body relaxed against his and slowly my head settled upon his shoulder. The heat from his body seeped through into mine, and I inhaled the mingled scents of his gingery aftershave and clean clothes. I felt safe, comforted and sleepy.

There is an ache inside me now where I miss him; and sleep eludes me.

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