"I can't remember."

A Story by Needy

A dream I once had.

He finds her walking alone in the street, not
wearing any shoes. She's clad in a pristine-white
nightgown flowing in the midnight breeze
so freely as if it weighed nothing, whispering
to silent skies. The breeze entangles itself in her
hair, escaping through its auburn prison,
strands of copper resting on gusts of wind like
pouring melted-chocolate into the breeze.

He calls out her name and she turns around, his
breath catching as she stares back at him with
eyes like liquid mercury, her face lit to a white-
marble perfection by the moonlight. He has to
remember to exhale before he clears his throat.

"Where are you going?"

She tilts her head to one side, staring at his
moonstone eyes. she looks to the street
she was walking down, then turns back
to him.

"I can't remember."