"dream"
i can count on my hand the number of times i’ve dreamt of you. only one was repeatable. i was standing in the kitchen — or sitting in the TV room, which i don’t remember, but i could hear you walk through the door. the dogs must’ve seen your headlights flash through the windows & they went to the dining room to look out on to the driveway. you opened the door & they came racing through the dining room to greet you. i turned around & you were wearing khakis & short, heeled boots & you had your blue jacket on (i am wondering, in the detail, how much i am making up now & how much is actual memory). you were bent over scratching the dogs’ ears. your hair was left curly and it tipped over your head. did i stand to look at you? i made a movement & you lifted your head so i could see your eyes.
