The Dream

“I dreamt about you last night.

We were walking through a car park that didn’t end and you picked me up, pushed me against a wall and kissed me.”

She turned to face him.

“You kissed me like you haven’t kissed me in months.”

“Then you took me by the hand, looked at me with such love and stabbed me in the face.”

He looked up.

“Slashed me with a knife,” she gestured with her hand, “from here,” she pointed to her left eye, “To here,” her right cheek.

“I cried out in pain, but you drowned it with another kiss.”

He looked pained, went to speak and said nothing.

“You did this repeatedly for the entirety of the dream.”

“Kissed me, and then cut my face, there was a lot of blood.” She smiled, “Weird huh?”