…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.