We’re going to meet again, I promise.
No, no…Don’t go! Don’t leave me!
Naomi was relieved about a scene that she didn’t remember happening. She was certain it was a dream, but her heart was aching at the sound of a voice that wasn’t hers, at the sound of a voice that wasn’t from anybody she knew of.
Wait for me. Wait for me.
Even in her sleep, she couldn’t help the fall of the silent tears that came with the pain. She wanted to speak to that voice again despite hers sounding like it wasn’t an actual voice.
Naomi couldn’t explain it. It was strange, but it felt as if her thoughts and the voice of a man he didn’t know had a personal bubble. A secret communication style the two of them were the only ones aware of.
If the scenery in her dream is any different, she would have enjoyed
