For some time now I have had feelings for one of my classmates and friends. I'll call him Tom. Last night I had an exceedingly strange dream about him.
I was in a troop of people who were homeless and traveling to a distant place. Refugees. Tom was among them. I had not seen him for a while, and was glad to be back in his company.
I realized that he had a son, and small toddler with golden curly hair like his. I picked the child up and held him in my arms. He had no mother. I felt an instant connection with the child, but he was sooooo heavy! He weighed me down. I carried him anyway, and appreciated the thankful looks that Tom passed me. He told me I was the first woman who actually took time to help him nurture the boy.
