Train Of Thought

Last night I had the most beautiful dream.

It was you and I.

We were being the reckless kids we are.

We were climbing on a rickety rope bridge.

The bridge went over a rocky body of water.

We were both climbing, more like scooting, across this bridge.

The height, the condition of the bridge, and the crashing water below us left us with an uneasy feeling in the pits of our stomachs.

We reached a point where we both agreed to stop.

You wrapped your arms around me, and all of my uneasy feelings disappeared,

It was as if a switch had been flipped.

I felt safe and warm in your arms.

We sat and watched the waves crash underneath us.

We had no fears, no cares, no worries.

It was just us, together, above the mayhem of the raging waters.

I’m telling you, It was the most beautiful dream.