magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

tangle of dreams. one of those mornings where i wake up every fifteen minutes or so and then roll back over, bury my head in my pillow, and try to return to wherever i had just been, always of course finding myself somewhere new, and losing my grip on what had gone before.

only one image remains. i'm sitting in a chair, talking with someone, their face has blurred. sarah.m walks by. we make eye contact. i want to believe that the smile i see in her eyes is really there. that it's saying hello without words. that she feels the same strange reluctance to break the silence that i feel while also wanting desperately to communicate something. i take her hand as she walks past. she squeezes back. no words. my fingers drop slowly from hers as she trails away.