Endless Dreams

I ran, as fast as I could, from something I couldn’t fathom. I pushed my way through the crowd, knowing nothing of where I was or even where I was going. Tears drenched my face and continued to cloud my already distorted vision. Though I could sense the tumult around me, I could hear nothing, feel nothing – only the concrete strip ahead of me, endlessly stretching into oblivion.

I wiped the moisture from my eyes, still running, scarcely breathing. As I looked up after blinking back another onslaught of tears, he was the only thing I saw. The path I ran shrunk, and became just the ordinary path I had walked on every single day. It was no longer an unknown oblivion, and he was at the end of it, arms outstretched and welcoming. I ran into them, and grasped him tightly around the waist, afraid that he’d disappear. Different tears began to fall, and he stroked my hair, muttering soothing words, letting me cry to my heart’s content. When the tears came slower, he stayed his hand and everything went still. He cupped my chin, pulling my face up to look at him. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to. His eyes told me that he was here, that he would always be. They told me that no matter what the situation, he’d never desert me, that he’d be my safe haven when all else failed.
As swiftly as he had appeared, he was yanked out of my arms and everything went dark.

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I awoke with a gasp. I was back in the darkness of my room – cozy comforter, warm pillows. I pulled the earbuds out of my ears, and laid back heavily against my pillows once more. I heaved an exhausted sigh. It was a dream. Only a dream. How lovely it had been to see him again. The person who filled my memories with everything I held dear. If every night I could dream of him, I wish I could sleep forever.