You were in my dreams again last night. You had moved into my home, at least it was my home in the dream. You were sleeping, and I remember I watched you sleep, content with that, not wanting anyone to disturb you. Deep down I wanted to curl up next to you, my head nestled on you shoulder, and listen to your heartbeat, but watching you sleep was such a simple quiet thing, so satisfying. You were awake later in the dream and smiling, talking to my son, and then, of course, I woke up. This dream lasted the entire time I slept, over three hours.
Dreams of you are so few, but they are the only dreams I never forget. I remember every detail, including the one where I did hear your heartbeat, while you held me. A heartbeat, carrying through the deepness of sleep a gentle sound yet so powerful.
I’ve written down the dreams I’ve had of you, in a dream diary. It was a diary started to journal all of my dreams, but as I say, these are the only dreams I remember, so real at times. They are gifts to me, from where I do not know, but they leave me with peace and contentment.