When I saw you after my dream, it was impossible to go through with anything I’d resolved. You were chilly again, as though you’d intercepted my dream and were so horrified that you thought it best to put distance between us. I wonder if in the universe of sleep, dreams don’t fly out and rat on one another’s dreamers and hold cloak-and-dagger meetings in the side alleys of our nights where they slip coded messages, which is perhaps exactly what we want them to do for us when we lack the courage to speak for ourselves. Dreams inflect our face, our smile, and on our voice lingers the timbre of
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