That reoccuring dream

 

It starts off of... thinking of an old boyfriend. That he's here. Although, I know he's long gone. I dream of a Chinese fantasy where men might be more than a demi-god, but I might be a semi-devil. I still can't sleep. No, it isn't until Mojo arrives, my faithful companion that passed just before the pandemic. I feel her jump right on the bed. It's so real. And she lays next to me, letting me know everything is all right. And I can sleep now.