RED THREADS: Dream

Last night I fell asleep on the cold floor, trying to still my anxious mind, far from the red bed and the window. All turned to darkness and to silence, but my heart would find no rest.

I thought I felt you close for a moment, stroking my hair as if you were caring for me, and I did not move, nor breathe, just waiting —was that only a dream, that eternal instant?— a kiss, your breath so close, a word.

I don't want to wake up anymore.