I had a dream last night we were picking flowers in our garden and then you asked me to come inside.
The door was open and the lights were off, and there were dimly lit candles around the house.
The smell of rain came from every direction and we looked at each other, taking in one big breath.
You held my hand in yours and gently kissed it before taking a seat.
I sat next to you admiring your smile and gazing at all the flowers we had picked.
You were drawing circles on your notepad.
Circles and circles and circles.
This is our home.
But it's getting dark out now and the candles are burning out. Where do we go from here?