Ravenna
I’ve always found those few moments before coming fully awake as mystical. The boundary between dream and reality starts off as a blurry line, then it becomes more solid as night figments fade away and consciousness seeps in.
I dreamed about him again. Birds were chirping as we lay sprawled on a field of soft grass under the hot sun while he trailed his fingers through my hair.
My eyes open slowly, lids still heavy from sleep, and my vision focuses on the view through the balcony door. A sparrow is hopping along the iron railing, chirping happily. Like in my dream.
And as in my dream, someone is threading their fingers through my hair.
“I’m sorry for waking you.”
I close my eyes for a second and just enjoy his touch. “It’s okay.”
“And I’m truly sorry for scaring you.”
