Dreams...

I dreamt of you last night.

It wasn't anything special. Nothing unusual, more accurately.

We were kids.

I think it was supposed to be the time we set up the lemonade stand.

Do you remember that? When we realized that most kids weren't allowed to walk to Circle K by themselves. We borrowed money from your brother and bought a lot of candy and chips and then sold them at a markup. We were sure we were going to be so rich.

Then your brother explained what interest was. And took half of our profits.

But in the dream we didn't charge anyone. We just set up the lemonade stand and gave away candy and drinks for free. You told me that we were going to make it up in volume.

Which was such a you thing to say.

It's why your brother made it big and you ...

I dream of you less often now than I used to.

For a long time you were there every night. Every time I closed my eyes you were waiting. And every time I opened them you were gone again.

I was never sure if I wanted to sleep all the time or never sleep again.

But now you are there or you aren't. You come and you go. You bring memories, but rewrite them to be nicer, kinder, funnier.

I wonder if it's you or if it's me that's trying to make it better.

Are you talking to me while I sleep, telling me it's all okay now, or am I trying to change the past so that it couldn't be anything other than okay?

I don't know.

I just know I dreamt of you last night.