Mutual, but a Dream,
Written September-22-2011

Darkness.
No.
Blackness.
She opens her eyes.
She rolls over.
He's there, staring back at her, gently smiling.
She smiles and reaches out to touch his cheek.
She stops.
"This is a dream, isn't it?"
He doesn't answer.
He nods.
She frowns.
"Make it real?"
He shakes his head, slowly, sadly.
She doesn't make a sound.
He strokes her cheek, his fingers a whisper.
"I wish I could"
She reaches out to touch him once more.
Her hand never makes contact.
He wakes up.