I am driving along the road. It is a beautiful day. The sun is shining. It feels like morning.
The road becomes unfamiliar. I become apprehensive.
I continue and am rounding a long curve in a city street. Where am I?
I begin to feel like I cannot drive any further, that I will lose my balance or will fall asleep.
I quickly pull off to the side of the road. I open my car door. There is someone there.
I call out and ask them to help me. They do.
I am out of the car. I survey the landscape, again trying to figure out where I am. Other women are near me. They are looking at a car that has crashed into another and are apprehensive too. We begin to compare notes. I show them where my car is parked along side the roadway, pointing to it. I can see it is not in danger now.
I look to my side and you appear. Oh, Lewis, it’s you! OH, thank God!
You are smiling and we take each other into our arms in relief. I can feel the warmth of your touch, your embrace. I can feel your cheek, the gentle rough of your shaven beard. I am so happy.
As I enjoy your embrace and we hold onto each other I am inevitably torn from my dream, not wanting to leave you.
You were so happy to see me! And I you!
I wanted to stay in the dream.