118: 'Twas But a Dream

I dream of a golden beach that glimmers in the sunset, with lazy waves washing up to kiss our toes as we bask in the rays, and the sand is still warm after a long day, and a gentle breeze tousles our hair while I take your hand and hold it gently in mine like a prayer to some unseen god or goddess that I might wake up still on that beach still with your hand in mine still with the waves kissing our toes, and quietly I press my lips to your palm and your skin is warm and soft and when I look up into your face you—

—fade into the ceiling. Morning light flickers across it, breaking through the split in the curtains. I sigh and close my eyes.

Written by: Katrine H. (@katrinehjulstad)