We are boarding a bus to attend an event that is around The Land, school or an extra curricular activity. She is 6, and although it is clear that we are divorced there is no sign of your significant other nor The Sea. The bus fills quickly- we sit on the right side, and i can see the faces of those sitting on the left side. One of the women gives The Land candy; when I look, her lap is overflowing with all varieties, and she settles for a small bag of plain M&M's. We have a friendly discussion as the bus drives to its destination.
The next scene i remember is after the event is over. We are standing in a hallway or lobby, like one you would find at a theatre; about four other people stand with us. The wall behind me is curved plaster, and lights hang intermittently from the ceiling. You move your face in close to my left cheek, kissing me softly three times; i recoil, plead, "You can't do that."
I awaken to a silent, dark bedroom, save the chirping of peepers in the early summer morning. The ripples of the dream then wash over me, and i can't stop the wave of tears that come- sad that the dream ended so suddenly, before i could get a few more moments with you, sad at how pathetic i am.
How long will this last?
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