She was in a grocery isle, looking at garbage bags and cleaning supplies – of all things – and saw hum coming from her left.
Sunglasses still on to mitigate the bright overhead lights, she angled her stance more toward him and hazedly watched him approach, expecting him to turn and walk the other way.
But he kept coming, slowly, and was watching her carefully but directly.
Every step brought his visage more clearly into view as her mind scanned for attributes that would confirm his identity correctly.
Then he stopped right there, right next to her, not looking away – just as she held herself there, though swaying a bit from not automatically bolting away, herself.
He was ready?
They were ready.
To be real….
To figure out how to explain and discuss everything.
They were ready to face fears, together, with trembling relief.
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(This morning’s last dream before waking)
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