While I shook upon awakening, an echo of doubt whispered through those convoluted halls of this thing beating within my chest. Bending water, mastering fire, travelling through space and time, glass walls, and shimmering silver light amid a splash of red and then you wrapping your arms about me as a marble statue, shielding me from the dark, but I saw the tears in your almond shaped eyes and something blazed within me. A profound sense of déjà vu in a dream I’ve never had before. Why was it possible to miss you while I held you? Why now? Why, after so long and after so much change? An ache stirs distantly as a half-remembered moment on the horizon of my soul. I close my eyes and look at your face – please just be a dream you portrait of alabaster.