I am searching for a book in a bookstore which is weird because I have not been a bookstore in so many years. The further I go into the depths of the store the smaller the aisles become. It becomes hard to maneuver and there are stacks of books and cobwebs. But I can not find what I am looking for, no matter how hard I look. I turn a corner and you are there. I know it is you, but I can not make you out. It is though there is light emanating from you and you are blurry and featureless. You should not be here.
"What are you doing here?" I ask. And the light shifts into what feels like a smile.
"I miss you." You say and you hold out your hand but I can not reach it. "I'm just not ready to go yet," you say. The light around you flickering.
