I dreamt of crisp autumn leaves drifting slowly, gently, like a dance, through the fresh morning air towards their carpet of companions on the slightly damp ground. There was a short piece of wooden plank that was tied on both ends with ropes attached to a strong looking branch on one of the biggest trees by the side of the road, making for a swing. The dream was in sephia...
She was standing beside the swing, and we seemed to be very comfortable with each other. We didn't speak a word, but held a conversation. I don't know how it could happen -- perhaps anything could happen in dreams. I sat on the swing, and started oscillating like a pendulum under her gentle pushes and pulls of the rope. We talked about life, shared our dreams, and all the peaceful things. I never felt calmer than I did that moment. And as I took comfort in the soft swinging through the air, breathing in the calmness and serenity of the surroundings, I felt her departure. It wasn't sudden. It felt normal. Then it struck me -- she knew. But she was cool about it. I could not remember the words she said, nor the words I did. But I knew she had to leave.
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And when I woke up, it was time for lunch with the Praxis gang.