Reaching For Reality

Last night I felt so alone, and terrified as I was falling, falling, falling through a dark unknown chasm. I forced my hand to reach out, through my dream into reality, where he lay sleeping next to me, like he has for decades. I felt overwhelming gratitude for him in my life. I wanted to wake him to tell him how I reached for him through a nightmare. But I didn’t. Instead, I wrote this, and after his morning coffee, I asked him to proofread it for me.

I loved his smile afterward, when he asked, Really?


Image of Drinking the Light Copyright, 2015, Linda Storm