A loud thunder wakes me up. I slept barely an hour ago. I\u2019m irritated because I didn\u2019t want to wake up. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I was in a dream. A beautiful dream.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Of course, it was about her. I\u2019m doing my memory justice by immediately writing this after waking up, although I would gladly enjoy my ability to rewind my dreams, as I do with instant (live) conversations. A skill no one would understand, or care for.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Anyway, it was a beautiful stone house. The old kinda stones. There was an alleyway, greeted by an arch, the kind she loves. A bright sunny day. Her linen clothes were hanging on a tightrope just by the arch. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I could make out a door, and a (few) little puppies around it. But the highlight was just outside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A big wooden round table. Half of it covered in sunshine, half hiding under the shadow of the arch. She\u2019s setting something up, but I can\u2019t really see what.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So I move forward. There she is, sitting by the table on a wooden chair, peeling a fruit. It was red. Must\u2019ve been a pomegranate. I so want to go near her, pull a chair and help her\u2014 I would probably end up just eating the fruit but I resist myself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For a special, selfish reason. I love to watch her do stuff not knowing I\u2019m watching. It\u2019s as if I can see inside her heart and her mind. I\u2019ve done it oh so many times. I have so many videos of her doing random stuff, not knowing I\u2019m filming. I revisit those often, I don\u2019t mention it to her, but I do. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Her mode of concentration while doing her hair, her playful little eyes while she paints or draws, the irritation on her face if an ad comes just before her favorite song while she cooks. All of it and so much more.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So I stand by the arch. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not interrupting the symphony of the sunlight, the puppies, the linen, the pomegranate, and her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What a dream.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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