Dreams of a Golden Escort


I dream of a golden car escorting you up to my doorstep. It stops. You jump out, excited to see me again.

Knock, knock, knock.

The door of the universe opens and there you are.


I take you into my arms and I hold you for a long while. I stroke your long golden hair.

As we turn to go inside for a nice long visit, I look back at your golden escort, and smile.