We’re at a restaurant, the three of us, and you’re wearing your hair down. I’ve always loved it that way. We order drinks, our meals, and she sneaks in an appetizer. We still don’t know where she puts it all. We laugh about it and reminisce while our drinks make their way over to our table. We talk about movies and television. Simple things. Interesting things. Personal things. Heavy things. We’ve known each other too long to hide anything. Our food arrives and we have at it. We finish and talk some more. We’re tired but it doesn’t matter. I glance across the table. You’re looking at me. You’re smiling. I’m smiling. We realize it and we giggle a little. She asks what’s on our minds, and we both respond. Nothing. Nothing is on our minds. We look back at each other and laugh. We we’re telling the truth. Nothing is on our minds. Not work. Not bills. Not even the petty arguments we’ve been having over the past year. Nothing. She’s here. I’m here. You’re here. We’re eating and drinking. We’re not catching up. We’re talking, and laughing.
We keep eye contact. I always keep eye contact with you in my dreams, because I don’t know when I’ll see them again.
What a stupid dream. You’d laugh too.