dancing

...in the middle of an utterly boring and banal dream, I pass by a group of young women dancing on the sidewalk and one of them catches my eye. She motions to me, to get my attention, and mouths “Where have you been?”


I keep walking, dragged along in the wake of my nonsense dream, looking back as she gestures once more...

I... miss... you...”

I wake, her name — like the dream — just out of reach.

Winterly.

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