A Recent Dream

I sat at the end of a long table surrounded by many people speaking of many things.

She sat halfway down the table, too far to speak to. She turned and looked at me as if in thought. At first I thought it meant “come over and sit next to me,” but then it looked more like a “you don’t belong here” look. I took it to mean the latter, because it usually does.

I found a young boy and we played superheroes. I picked him up and he pretended to fly. It was better than boring adult stuff.