dreaming

In my dream last night, you were dying.
I was afraid you were dying.

There was a large, empty theatre. You sat in the very back of the theatre, in the balcony. The seats were crushed red velvet, the walls of the balcony were white. And you would sit all the way in the back of the balcony, your small frame barely visible against the bright red seat. You were curled up, wearing a white shirt and your green linen pants that you left with me. It took forever to reach you, but I did. I always reached you.

I don't remember exactly what we were doing or what was happening. I just know that if I reached you, you would be okay.

And I always made it to you in time.