#28

Last night I dreamt of a woman singing a melancholy song at the end of a hall in my childhood home. I walked towards her and as I got closer she shrunk to the size of a child and then the size of a baby and I scooped her into my arms and kissed her face and put her to bed as she continued to sing. When I woke her song was still ringing in my ears and it stayed with me most of the morning as I hummed along, the notes a bridge between worlds. All morning I could not shake the skewed, underwater feeling of sleep, and when I finally did, the bridge broke and her tune escaped me.