Last night I dreamed that you were drowning. You were floating in the ocean and waving to me, but you weren’t smiling. You never smile.

The sea foam that collected on the shore floated out to meet you and you rested for awhile on a giant bubble, perched as if looking out…back out at the long strip of land as if dissapeared on the horizon. You continued to wave. And you didn’t smile.

And then the sky turned a deep, dark violet and the clouds moved in fast like they do in movies to make things more dramatic and the waves began to move, faster and faster. And you still wouldn’t smile but you were still waving to me, like a child waving goodbye to a balloon that accidentally escapes their tiny grasp.

And a giant blue hand came down from the sky and held you tight between two fingers and kept you under the water gripping tight as you began to flail…as you kept on waving and not smiling.

And then I look down, and its only just my kitchen sink and a memory of a dream and how much my heart aches.