I lay in the light of the shadows, among the folage of red and green, where the voilets mix with the wildflowers and butterflies. Midnite perches in front of me looking out into the blue abbyss, wating as hopefull as myself.I reach out a calming hand and stroke it on the back of her black fur that looks as though it was stolen straight from the middle hour, where anything could happen, just like Midnite. You allways had all the right words and ecspecially names.I’ve been wating here every night ever scince the accadent, and still you’re not here.Just because I’m in a coma doesn’t mean that I can’t dream! Will you please hurry back? It’s been a month now and I can sence that I’m coming back, but it won’t be the same, because I won’t remember this and you’ll have to describe to me all of the wonders of this place.It’s been so long that it brings a horrible thought to my mind.
What if you don’t dream anymore?
It echos in my mind, bringing tears to my eyes and falls to the lush grass.
Do you still dream?