Looking through the doorway out into a grassy field,

I sense there is someone waiting.

The lone tree dances in the wind.

Comfort is nailing my feet to the ground but my heart is leading me through.

I take a breath.

I inch my way towards the opening.

A figure emerges out from behind the tree, but I cannot see its face.

I squint my eyes as if to see better.

Just then the wind blows the leafy branches away exposing…

5:30 in the morning, time to wake up!

Was it all just a dream?