Dreams continue to be my enemy.
In this one, we walk through a shopping village, one my subconscious has created from all of the seaside villages i have visited: Nantucket, Newburyport, etc. We walk slowly down streets, in and out of stores, past vacationers. We talk... and you lightly touch me on the arm.
When i awaken, it's always the same thing... why the dream couldn't last a few minutes more so i could feel your hand again.
