Dane
I opened my eyes and blinked in the early morning hours. My bedroom was empty, save for me and my thoughts. My limbs felt heavy, weighing down my invisible burdens and heavy with emotions. I was still in the throes of deep sleep, and the details of my dream drifted away like the last wisps of a morning fog. I remembered places and faces, but the details were fuzzy and indistinct.
I lay in bed for a few minutes, thinking about the dream and her. I finally got up, stretched, and pulled on shorts and a T-shirt. I opened my bedroom door and stepped out into the fresh air.
The morning was tranquil, as if the world was still sleeping. The sun was barely peeking over the horizon, and the sky was still a deep navy blue. I took a deep breath and felt a warm breeze against my sk
