I dreamt that he sat by my head, tenderly ruffling my hair with his fingers, playing the melody of his smell.
I looked at his face and struggled with my tears, till the agony of unspoken words burst my sleep like a bubble.
I sat up and saw the glow of the Milky Way above my window, like a world of silence on fire, and I wondered if at this moment he had a dream that rhymed with mine.
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