I had another dream.
In that dream, I was blind. Blind because no light penetrates in even though it feels like my eyes are open. I couldn't move my limbs either.
I could only lay there, feeling as a cool breeze blew over my skin. Goosebumps erupted on my skin. Not from the wind but from the presence of someone else with me, inhaling me like I was an exotic drug they can't quit.
They cupped my face so gently like they were afraid it'll shatter like porcelain glass upon pressure. Their hands brushed over my eyebrows, my cheeks, my nose and lips.
They leaned forward. And I can't help but think I know that scent by heart.
Softness presses against my temples. Their lips. Whoever it is plants kisses all over my temple.
Along with a broken, repeated whisper of "I am sorry."
"I'm sorr
