I had a dream once. Haven’t we all? Dreamt once? About love, loss, things we fear most.
Silly that I think of this dream now, a dream so far in the past that I care not to remember what aroused it.
But as I descend the stairs to his basement, floorboards creaking beneath my feet, I can’t ignore that the knocking, growing louder as I approach, causes the same shortness of breath as that dream.
There’s a second door on the back wall, hidden in shadow. Whoever’s behind it senses my presence. The beating quickens, and so does my heart.
Today’s tag is “dream interpretation.”
Stay tuned for “E” tomorrow.