Dakota Skye, 2008

I still have the dream sometimes. I do. I come home from the store and find you on my doorstep with a suitcase. And not your entire wardrobe. Just a carry-on, a duffel bag. We don’t say anything, but you have this look in your eye that kills me. It just… And I unlock the door and let you in. And that’s it. That’s the dream. When I wake up, I wake up happy, vibrating for a few seconds with my head in the sand…content. Then it goes away, and you go away. I really don’t want to get out of bed then because it’s cold out there, but I do. 

I get up. Life goes on.