A dream,

That's fascinating. Was it thinking of you and your words before falling asleep that brought about this glorified visit to the past?

There was so much sun. So much happiness. So much beach- a holiday. So many people. A vacation spot. A gorgeous shoreline-

Shifting shores...

-They were all there. Every single one of the bystanders. The one closest to me at the time was missing from the dream. The one who triggered it, maybe. The others, though. We were all so happy. Relaxed. So fully relaxed and bright and joyous.

And then I became separated from them. Accross the bridge, on the opposite shore. And trapped in a car- with her. It was amiable. We were ok. But then she tried to kiss me.

I don't kiss my friends.

Fear.

She tried to force me. I don't kiss my friends. Politely I got out of the car. Not sure what would come of that, but seeing the setting sun- illuminating the water! Glorious! Golden!- I had to get to my friends on the other side. I ran. I got sandy. I slipped. I met people along the way. I got help. I shot accross the bridge, curved left, up the slope, around the bend! By the time I reached them I had missed the sunset, but they were so happy to see me. And he was there, the one that goy away, of course. He enveloped me. Well, I ran to him. He held me. I tried to kiss him.

He said no, I don't kiss friends.

I said I have to try it, before I die.

He said I don't kiss girls like you. You wear makeup when you go leave the house.

I'm not wearing makeup right now, I said. I was. But only a little.

He smiled. He was different. And he loved me. But we don't kiss friends.

Sunshine