piasharn | (no subject)

I had a dream last night in which I ran into a friend I have not seen since my freshman year of high school. In it, we chatted for some length and did quite a bit of catching up. It was achingly clear and so realistic that I still have trouble believing that it was only a dream.

I could feel the cold breeze on my face, smell the snow in the air, and heard his voice perfectly clear. He was doing wonderfully, and I remember being extremely happy about that since he is one of the nicest people I have ever known. The entire (imaginary) encounter was suffused with that warm, pleasant feeling you get after seeing an old friend.

I then woke up and stared into the darkness for a moment, the afterglow still warming me, while Reality set back in. The feeling became distinctly bittersweet, however, when I came to the realization that it was only a dream, and that the aforementioned friend has been dead for over seven years.