All day I’ve been remembering my dream from last night.
You were there. We were standing in the middle of a field of wildflowers so vast I couldn’t see an end. I could only see you.
My brother always told me nobody cares about anyone else’s dreams. We only listen as an excuse to start talking.
Fifteen second rule.
Twenty years later and I still count down the seconds when anyone starts to tell me the unbelievable happenings of the night before.
My friends tell me not to tell you that I dream about you, not to use my subconscious as an excuse to see how you are, and I think they’re probably right.
You’ve overstayed your welcome in my heart and in my mind.
That’s where you’ll stay–
Fifteen second bursts of time.