So Comeback, I am Waiting...

As my eyes open again within that dream, she is alright, and there is still a chance. I’m sitting in a rowboat, paddling relentlessly as I try to reach her. It seems as if I am going to do it this time. I see her sitting on the beach of a little island where we met across the great gulf between reality and the sleeping world. We met there once in this land of dreams known as Nod. Yet this is no childhood meeting. There is urgency to this reunion. I tell myself I can’t fail this time. I will get to her before it is too late.

“Come back! Please come back to me,” she shouts from that tiny island of shifting sand.

“I’m trying, but can’t come much closer! There must be [...]

[...] a current! Don’t give up, please don’t give up” I yell across the sea.

She looks at my face, her face a mask of fear and despair. I see desperation in the dark blue pools of her eyes, and I feel a clawing hopelessness inside my own heart. I start to paddle my boat trying to reach her. My body quickly grows weary and my back and arms strain with effort, but every stroke comes to nothing. It’s as if every drop of water fights against me as push the sea with those oars.

I am no closer to her then when I first arrived in the dream. The pain in my heart worsens when I can see that her eyes no longer hold even the faintest glimmer of hope this time. I can see her eyes deeper and more endless then the waters that I struggle against. They bore into me and tear at my heart as the island that she sits upon shrinks away into the water.

My distance from her has neither lengthened nor shortened, as the island mercilessly fades around her, slowly ebbing away from existence as it has in so many other dreams. The gnawing nothingness soon creeps up her body.

Did she wear a dress? Or was it a skirt? I can’t remember anymore as the fading wipes away my memories of her. Yet her eyes are still there, staring woefully at me as the slithering nothingness dissolves her from my dream.

I try to call to her again, to let her know it will be alright and I will soon be there. “There is still hope,” I try to tell myself more than her.

“I can save you next time! I can remember you,” I cry out.

Or do I cry out? No, my lips were silent and my tongue did not stir. Those dark blue eyes no longer look vibrant, having become mere pinpricks of grey and white, yet they filled me with sorrow as never before. It is a sorrow that I can no longer see but can all too keenly feel in my very bones, and it chills me.

I awake with a start as the chill creeps down my spine. I always wake up that way. She’s there somewhere even now, deep within my dreams. Somewhere in Nod she waits for me to finally rescue her. Though she is only a dream, I long to reach her, to save her before she is swallowed up by the forgetfulness that always envelopes her in the end. What I do in the waking world seems more like a hazy dream, and each day always seems to blend into the next. Yet, when I close my eyes, that’s when the real wakefulness begins.

I have another chance to rescue her, another chance to save her …that’s when I’m most awake.

Keep this t shirt on if: You remember what it is like to try to reconnect with a lost love.

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