When I opened my eyes, I was standing on the top of a wide cliff. Bare rock stretched endlessly in three directions and, though the low hanging clouds prevented me from seeing it, I could hear the ocean far below. I was alone, but I knew I was supposed to find you.
My dreams don’t start with a haze like you might expect. There is no slow lifting of the fog, no gentle coming into the sleep world. They simply start. Sometimes it almost seems as if I have always been there, eyes closed and unaware, until I am brought back to that piece of myself. Fully there. Fully me. Fully real.