They dreamed everyday.
The boy would say, "You start."
and the girl would say, "Okay, we're in Boston and it's beautiful" because thats how she always started her dreams.
Then the boy would say, "Our duplex overlooks the ocean and it always smells like incense and you've got a room for writing with big bay windows and I've got a studio and it's perfect."
"We stay up late on our rooftop and look at the stars and talk about the meaning of happiness. We go to Urban Outfitters and spend hours wandering. We philosophize." The girl would say.
"You're putting on your makeup because we're going to see one of our favorite indie bands tonight, Glass Houses, in some small pub. And we'll go dancing and be so alive and so careless."
"We're catching a train to Canada at midnight" she smiled, "to the cabin in the woods."
Sometimes he would wake her up, "We're sailing on the bluest water, in a small wooden boat. It's night time. We talk about stars-are they made of fire or of something more beautiful?"
She said "This reminds me of us." (You and I, we're not tied to the ground, not falling but rising like rolling around, eyes closed above the rooftops, eyes closed, we're gonna spin through the stars, our arms wide as the sky, we're gonna ride the blue all the way to the end of the world, to the end of the world).
The girl was lost so he told her, " I wish I could save you. Take you on a small plane, to the biggest mountain, with the cabin that we've dreamed up."
"I wish that too. I wish for so many things." She was never afraid to be honest but only to be vulnerable. "Let's go far away. To Paris, to India, to Venice. Somewhere, anywhere. Let's escape together."
"You're free" the boy would tell her
They weren't sure what these dreams meant for them. Is love dreaming together or the absence of dreams?
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