Dreams… occasionally can be a state of visiting with those I love, warmth and another moment in time.
Basking in the glow of warmth when I awake, transported back to this earthly realm…
The sleepy fog lifts, the cold air hits my face, reality of NOW stings… those I miss, want desperately to be with, are not here sitting and chatting with me.
I sit alone, all the people I love, in my head as remembrances.
Or, from the great cloud of witnesses, did my loves swoop to visit in that dream?
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