i had one of the most different dreams i've had so far, recently.
i woke, only to find myself soothed and comforted, yet i was tethering on the edge to break down..

this is a story about a girl and her best friend of 6 years. not a long time, but the secrets and opinions shared between them were plentiful.
her best friend had cancer when he was 18. she visited him twice every month, sometimes many times more in a week if her schedule allowed it.
he told her he was on the road to recovery.. and she believed him.
when school started, the visits dwindled down to once a month and there wasnt time for hospital visits.
"could u come visit me in the hospital? i'm bored" he texted her one day
"i will, when i have the time" she replied
but she never did, till the day his cousin approached her.
"i think u'd better visit him.. he's not doing too well"

the day she planned to go to the hospital she received a shocking message. God had taken her best friend to heaven.
the girl wept at the loss of her best friend, blaming herself for not visiting him for school reasons.
occassionally after his death she would think of him whenever she saw things that reminded her of him. what would he say? and do?

then one day she saw him. he told her, 'i'm not really dead, they had a mix up'
he was playing carefreely with his friends. the volleyball in the sand.. he was waving to her through the net.
laughing. her best friend was still alive.
she celebrated silently in the joy
until she woke up and found it all so real, but nevertheless,
still a dream.