My eyes click open.

Dreams blur. What reality is here has become indecipherable. That woman I saw in my
dreams, with red hair and a smile that would put Zeus at a disadvantage? I once knew
her.

Only months ago, before now, before the present, I knew her. She was mine and I, hers.
It was a cold time, but not when we shared grasps. She’s now a thing. Something
indescribable, something out of reach. She looks back into me when I wake. I try
to cast off her image, a banshee, a ghost, a dream which I can never hope to realize.