a moment

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.