Last night I had a dream. It was you and me. We were standing on this long and empty road which seemed to never end; and we stood there…just staring at each other. I was crying and you were crying too. I opened my mouth to try and speak but you immediately turned your head, you just looked away towards the distance. You turned back and opened your mouth but I just covered my ears, screaming “lalalalala” trying to drown out the sounds of your protest…so you stop and I lowered my arms and we just stood and stared again. The tears welled up in my eyes as I reached up to touch your blurred face but my hand just went through you. I tried again and it went through again so I let out an exhausted and sharp whimper and exhaled as tears rolled down my checks and I tried and tried again and grew angry and frustrated. I closed my eyes and reached for your hand so I could put it on my chest and hoped you’d just feel but your hand wasn’t there and, panicking, I looked around and saw you had moved up the road; so I ran. I ran and I ran trying to catch up and saw you with your arms half open but also half closed…so I opened my mouth and screamed then heard a faint “I’m here”…”where?”. It went dark. Last night I had dre-…Nightmare. It was a nightmare.