I had a dream.
I was riding on a fast moving bus with a lot of other people. We were swiftly moving through a city. I don’t know where we were going, but it seemed that at the time I did and it was destination important.
As I looked out the window, I became aware of a girl on a bike, pedaling furiously to catch up with the bus. I saw her streaming down the sidewalk parallel to the bus, and she was losing ground. I knew her. I loved her.
“Stop the bus!” I screamed. “Stop the bus! She wants on!” Immediately the bus pulled over to the curb and stopped. The doors opened for me and I dashed out, to grab her in the kind of hug she loves, to welcome her onto the bus.
But before I could reach her, I saw her turn her bike away.
“Don’t go! Please come onto the bus!” I pleaded with her, and started towards her. But she turned her bike away and pedaled fast and furiously in the opposite direction. I tried to stop her, but she never looked back. I stood on the sidewalk and watched as she became a speck in the distance.
And then I woke up.
And wept.