I am asleep
I am dreaming
I am 60 years old and huddled into a rocking chair
I am cold and bitter
I am awake and I am afraid
The next day I dream of the same cottage in the woods
But tonight
I am sat next to the figure of a woman not much younger
We sit with hands clasped tightly, rings touching
We talk softly about all of the memories we’ve had over the years
We sit together, warm and happy
I can’t see her face from where I’m stood
She turns and says
‘baby we need to paint these walls something brighter’
She looks a lot like you
She has your hair but it has gotten thinner and grey has been weaved into your colour
She has your smile too. it always my favourite thing about you