dreams.

The soft shine of the dimming streetlight shone on the grass around us, creating a stage full of actors of an unusual size. The creatures crawling through the blades scare me, but not nearly as much as you do. You laying there. Us laying there. Only us. Nothing stopping us. Nothing stopping the words flowing between us. Nothing breaking the fragile connection we have just formed.. I take that back. I'm not afraid of you. It's your love that I fear. Our love. To be in so deep, too deep to turn back, to be so consumed in one emotion, one feeling. That is what I'm afraid of.
The summer wind blowing the leaves around, the traffic on the other side of the field, your deep inhale as you nervously feel for my hand. These are the sounds I hear. The soft blades sticking between the threads of our blanket, your calloused fingertips back and forth along the soft skin on my forearm, the dry mud stuck to my feet from running through this now peaceful field. These are the things I feel. But I also feel happiness. Happiness as though I've never felt. I realize that every moment up to right now never mattered because you were not there to share it with me.
The traffic. The cars across the mud and the dead harvest. They're getting louder. They're getting closer. A car horn sounds. I wake up.
I never saw your face. I don't know who you are. But I know I loved you.