Don’t Call Me: Dreams Between Lives

Not all healing comes from collapse.

Some begins in a room that asks nothing of you.

No story. No apology. No performance.

In this dream, I was exhausted. Unwashed. Unfiltered.

And for once, no one looked away.

He stayed still.

Not to rescue me.

Not to possess me.

But to hold his shape long enough

for me to lay mine down.

This is the moment I stopped surviving

in the presence of someone who expected nothing

but truth.