I am a vivid dreamer.
My subconscious overflows with stored images.
BIRDIE has been in my dreams for the past two weeks almost every night. The narrative is pretty much the same every time. I confess that I still love him, and he is hesitant, but he agrees to give things another try, we kiss, we hug, sometimes cry a little.
The other night in my dream when I was hugging him, I was trying to smell him. I kept inhaling because I missed his scent. Did I know I was dreaming? I couldn’t smell anything, I have lost that memory.
Six years of one body, one scent, one voice – and yet, there are things I can’t recall.