By gata sucia
Date: 14 March 1998

Saturday, March 14, 1998

Saturday, March 14, 1998
This morning I woke up thinking that I was lying 
beside the love of my life. Drifting between the 
realms of dream and reality, I saw him next to me, 
lying on his side with his huge back facing me. I 
wanted to reach out and touch that back, run my 
hands over its expanse and feel the warmth of his 
body. I knew though that he was not really there. 
What I imagined was merely the remnants of last 
night's dream.

I attempted to recall what happened in the dream. 
Closing my eyes, I tried to catch hold of the trailing
sleeves of sleep's great cloak as she gracefully took
her leave. SheĦĦlingered a while to show me fleeting
images of people from my past, my family, strange 
landscapes and buildings that were half familiar, 
but no images of the man I love.

I was alone. Fully awake now, I wondered how to 
spend the hours that lay ahead without dwelling on 
the distance that separated him from me. I resolved
to await patiently the return of sweet sleep, when 
she would take me in her arms, wrap me gently in 
the sumptuous train of her robe and reunite me with
my love in another dream.