signs and portents
20 July 2005 00:14![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
amulAs I drifted off to sleep, I began to dream. More like to say, I began walking down a corridor towards a dream. I glanced through a side door in the descending darkness, and caught a glimpse of full, brown hair, and overly large jeans. I awoke, with a start, recognizing her as Christine.
I didn't see her face, but did catch a pale inch of cheek between the falls of hair. I struggle to remember the brief glimpse, writing this down. There was no detail in the bit of face that I saw, just a head full of hair and a pair of familiar flannel-lined jeans. Truth be told, I cannot even remember if I dreamed a torso, hands. It's gone now completely.
Still, it's the most I've conjured up, these 11 months since I saw her last. Sixteen, I think, since the end of things. Roo tells me she's still dating the same man she was when Roo and I last spoke.
I didn't see her face, but did catch a pale inch of cheek between the falls of hair. I struggle to remember the brief glimpse, writing this down. There was no detail in the bit of face that I saw, just a head full of hair and a pair of familiar flannel-lined jeans. Truth be told, I cannot even remember if I dreamed a torso, hands. It's gone now completely.
Still, it's the most I've conjured up, these 11 months since I saw her last. Sixteen, I think, since the end of things. Roo tells me she's still dating the same man she was when Roo and I last spoke.
