Was it Just a Dream?

I woke this morning next to my husband. The warmth of his body, the touch of his foot entwined with mine, and his eyes looking at my face as I slowly peeped them open to catch a glimpse of him. In my dreams we traveled together. First to Germany where we stayed at a romantically quaint Inn and made love amid the moonlight through the windows. In the blink of a second we were in Italy, touring the ancient cities and feasting on the best food Italy offered....made by hands of love and years of history. We drank wine, we laughed, we formed new family. Our journey took us through cobble stone streets and lines of laundry hanging to dry. Blink....back to Germany amid the sights and sounds. The food, the beer, the endless wandering. We laughed and talked ourselves  to sleep. Holding each other like tomorrow would never come.

It did.

We woke and the dream was over.

Though it lasted 7 days it seemed like 30 seconds.

30 seconds  in time that 6 months have forged. I tried to grasp each second and hold on to them for dear life, to carry us for 6 months more. I wanted to capture each moment in my blinks....never to be forgotten. I wanted to be able to close my eyes and replay the kisses, the touches, the love.

But the morning came too soon and the dream faded away.

Peace