| In My Dreams |
| It was vivid. All too vivid. It wasn't just a dream. It was real, and yet, not so real. The scenes flashed through my mind like a movie on fast forward, playing repeatedly, conjuring up the same heart-wrenching emotions every time. But despite the vivid pictures and real-life emotions, it was fake. My heart demanded that it had occurred while my common sense argued that it couldn't have happened. And I have to agree with myself. No matter how real it seems, it couldn't have happened. I still miss him. So, it couldn't have. I dreamed that I was sitting in my church at a high tier of the sanctuary, even though my church doesn't have tiers, and out of the corner of my eye, I notice a familiar figure. The familiar figure was him, but it didn't register in my dream-like state that it was the one person that I've been missing since July. But then my mind doubted my eyes and I kept looking back in his direction. I saw him. In my mind, I knew it was him, but it still wouldn't register. I heard some noise and turned to my left. There was his little brother! Then it registered. Then it hit me. They were here, finally, at church where they belonged, where they had been gone from for four months. Flash! My dream swept me in a time warp. Now it was suddenly the end of service and people were filing out of the building. I saw his little brother and screamed in excitement. I flung my arms around him and talked so fast that even I don't remember what I said. Then I slowly turned and saw him, leaning against the wall in the shade, smiling at my reaction. I took quick steps toward him as he stood up and fell into his arms, into our first embrace. Our promise was fulfilled. I whispered his name into his chest. Then I said, "That was the longest four months of my life. I've missed you so much." I pulled away from him and looked up into framed brown eyes. He'd grown taller, but he looked the same. A smile brightened his face. He didn't say anything and just pulled me close again so I rested my cheek against his chest. The coolness of his tennis jacket felt like heaven to my skin. I was content. Then, rudely, I awoke. Then I instantly realized that I had been dreaming. Because, only in my dreams, would I be able to experience that. He was gone. |