The light in the room was low, candles close to burning out over an eaten meal and an empty bottle of wine. A Frank Sinatra record played quietly in the background. It’s the last dance...
His voice was low, hushed as though he might have been hiding from an intruder. “I had a dream about you last night.”
Her reply grew soft and quiet, to match his tone, “What was it about?”
“I dreamt that we said goodbye.”
“I woke up sad, almost crying.”
She had nothing to say. Sinatra filled in the gaps, still I want to hold you forever and more...
“I don’t know why we said goodbye, but it seemed so permanent. I got the idea in my dream that I’d never see you again and I couldn’t bear it.”
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