i dream of him, too.

i see him running to me in slow motion the way he did on April 2nd. i see his amazing smile and his arms and hands and shoulders bending to hold me. or i am lying in bed, half-awake, watching the fluid way he moves as he gets ready for work, trying not to wake me. or i am simply in the dark of my room and i can hear him breathing.

in my dreams i know i know him because i dream in acute details of his voice, his skin, his scent. i wake up with the hazy, dreamy certainty that he is only in the other room or that he just left the house.