I dreamt that your eyes went dark, your hair fell out.
I let out a fierce cry of anger, furious at whatever sickness had claimed you.
My knees ached when I hit the ground and I cried out again.
That’s when you looked up at me, confusion glossing over your eyes.
What’s the matter? Why are you crying?
Understanding settles over the space between us then. It’s a dream.
You’re fine, nothing’s wrong, and it’s all in my head.
Even in my sleep, I can’t shake the feeling that I’m going to lose you.