Monday, February 04, 2008


I had this dream last night.

We were practicing a duet. Our
instruments gently complemented
each other, fading from the
foreground to the background,
the running lines you played
underscored by the chord issuing from the piano,
and then, without warning,



I ran over to you, and
kneeling at your side, I grabbed your shoulders
and cried "are you alright?"

Your eyes fluttered open, and
with a curious smile, you said, "I'm fine."

And I said, "Okay."

I wish I could remember that song.


Jeff said...

Hidden twist: you actually died.

Molly Papey said...

ARE YOU CEREAL? That sounds like an intense dream.