I just needed a second longer to be with her-one second longer to get the chance to hold her. I knew it wouldn't last: nothing ever did. But I was not going to let this moment go. She smiled at me as if nothing else in the world mattered-as if it was only just us. And I guess it was. It was just us in this world. She reached out for my hand, openly inviting me to join her. I tried to touch the soft pads of her fingertips, but I could never reach far enough; she kept drifting further and further away. She began to get frustrated; she did not like how I was rejecting her body. But I was honestly trying to call out for her; she just never heard my voice. It wasn't until a loud, barring sound, echoed throughout the room that I finally noticed how faded she had become. This was the last time that I would see her. I knew it, and I think she did too. She gave me one last smile-one of forced gratitude before I was finally able to open my eyes.
I hadn't dreamt about her in years, and I would probably never get the chance to again.
