In my dream,
we were running through the forest. Trees seemed to climb tall before us and plants seemed elongated and prickled, creating minor obstacles in our path. But we ran. Our cheeks were rough and red from the cold, and our feet were bare. I could almost smell the sweet petrichor and feel the sweat dripping down my forehead. We ran not to a certain destination, but focused on moving forward. I caught you grinning sheepishly at me and I raced ahead of you, jokingly. The leaves seemed to dance before my eyes as we ran through the forest and then suddenly, I looked back, and you were gone. Then I woke up with tears.
