More than just ashes; when your dreams come true

[lizblackdog]

They tell me that after a death, the living dream; vivid dreams of the dead alive again. That did happen for me, in fact, with my grandfather and my childhood dog, but it never happened with you. There was only the recurring nightmare in which you never appeared; the one that made me cling to the memory of your death as less painful than the dream.

Until now; and you didn't speak, didn't let me see you; there was only your weight on me like an incubus. Your hands holding my throat, not quite gently, until I woke.


I almost dare to hope for forgiveness.