The man woke up and thought about the dream he had just had, or at least the one he remembered.
She had been there again, not the first time by a long shot but the first one in a long while where he wondered if the universe had just provided a clip of a future they would share.
It was hard to believe it was anything but a glimpse of a time they had discussed as a possible option but had set aside because it seemed unlikely.
And yet just when he had thought there was no reason to believe circumstances had changed and opportunity had begun to knock. It made him wonder about many things.
It was impossible not to gather little drops of hope like dew from leaves because something felt different this time. Some of that was because it was different. They were both in places that provided a different perspective than they once had.
So maybe it was ok to begin to let a little of that hope in because sometimes dreams intersected with reality.
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