haylches

The dream began with shadows. I turned my head to the left, silhouettes of past friends sliding in front of black and white screens. Screens of my life. I looked closer, recognizing a few shadows before settling my eyes on the images. Fifth grade. College. Ninth grade. My... wedding day. I stumbled back, hugging my chest to strangle my choked sobs, consoling myself with the knowledge that this was a dream. Not a nightmare. Rocking back and forth, I stared at my feet. A hand reached for me, and I looked at it gratefully. My hand moved forward, quivering, until they touched. Finally, my eyes roamed to the face. I immediately recoiled, jerking m