Katie was behind a
window for some reason, and I'm looking at her, standing in line for
something, something I'm used to doing, something with no
variation, waiting in line for my
food pellet. But tonight there is variation, Katie is behind the window.
Her
hair is short, and starting to
dread; however, I haven't seen her in about 3 months, so her hair looks a tad longer than I saw it last, it seems to have grown alot since she was around. She's grown up alot too, she was in
NYC when
the shit hit the fan. She sits up straight, she is confident now. Now that she's been out in the great big scary world, which
swallows some whole, now that she's been there and come back alive she believes in herself. I hope. Maybe the world was to much for her, why would she
hitchhike to Michigan, NYC,
Tennessee, then
north again to Indianapolis only to settle back in the
southeast, here in
Asheville, NC.
This is home. I've known Katie longer than she knows most people who she
sleeps with (something I'm glad we never did).
Shit, Katie is right in front of me, and I'm standing still.
My body
jerks into motion like
electric shock, and I run around through the door into the smallish room that stands "behind the window". Katie is sitting down just before me, she leaps up and hugs me, and I hug back, hard.
The embrace lasts
forever.
It lasts until about mid-day, when I remember the
dream I had, and wonder what KT is doing right now, and say a silent
prayer for her.