A taste of FAITH, a touch of LAUGHTER.
I dreamed of Jim.
I was in the old house on Aktis Island.Sal had visited. He had left to head home.
I was alone, upstairs, getting ready for bed, towel wrapped around wet hair. I unwrapped it. I wanted to dry it but the power had gone off. None of the lights worked. It was very dark and quiet.
I heard a noise. Stopped. Listened. Another noise. The door would have been left unlocked when Sal went out. I had forgotten.
I opened the door (odd because I was now suddenly downstairs in the house). A large, heavy bow took up the entire doorway.
I felt Jim rather than saw him. Strange how that works. Slight noises. A flicker of light. He would be taking off his rain gear. “Jim?”, I queried. The question dropped into nothingness.
Of course, he would not answer. It was obvious. The question was extraneous. He was tired after a very long day. There was no need to reply. There was a strange comfort in that, and in the knowledge of his presence. I went back inside to await his arrival.
I woke up. Jim……..
He is dead. I am alone. It was a dream. Strange sweet fruit of the mind…..
I miss him, my Jim.