I was sitting in the back seat of a taxi with a beautiful girl. I know her, have known her for years. She's one of my best friends, and is dating the brother of another friend.

We're sitting quietly, watching the scenery drift by. Our hands find each other lying on the faux-leather between us, and slip together, so naturally. We turn and look into each other’s eyes, my heart races. I start to squeeze her hand, so small and delicate. But with sad, somber eyes she pulls her hand from mine and turns back to her window.

I wake up and can't breathe, like my ribs are too small or my lungs are too big. How can something so small make my soul shake and shiver like this?