The dream was the same as always.
She was standing there next to a boat in the middle of the lake. No shoes, no ripples on the surface. The water wicked up the pink hem of her dress, turning it a duller, darker color.
She tilted her head and looked at me like a questioning child, though she was a grown woman. A sliver of a smile crept across her lips for just a moment, though her eyes remained sad.
I woke with another headache. The doctors had predicted the headaches, but made no mention of the dreams.