concorde hotel

[riverofcurios]

i had a dream this morning. while i’ve forgotten most of it, what i remember is that you coloured the impressions and atmosphere of the entirety of the dream — feelings of awkwardness and uncertainty toward you, but yet the small fleeting lightheartedness i used to know of us creeping in like tiny winds. not sure how to reconcile the two, but dreaming of you was strange considering we haven’t talked in over a year. i only remember this — walking to the subway with you (because in the dream we were placeless), and stopping short of sending you off on the platform. you acquiesced easily, if even to hide any notice of the abruptness, and as you descended down the escalator framed by the foliage looking at me, an awkwardly guarded and proper ‘goodbye’ slipped out of my lips and that was that, and it suddenly strikes me how reminiscent this dream was of the last time we met, me boarding the bus harriedly as we rushed the final goodbye.