Maybe it is just the cold. Maybe it is just the hour. Maybe I am slipping. I lay in my tub, as I often do, and I watched the utterly still reflection of candle light on the warm water. There was no ripple, just stillness, and silence. Then he came in. Everything moved in slow motion. He sat on the rim of the tub and watched me. The air was humid, he touched my face with his big hand. Then we where outside. We stood on the brink of a waterfall, the powerful water merely brushed around our feet. The land before us was flooded and gray. The sky was filled with dark rainclouds. I have been here before. All was wet and warm. He held my hand. The sun was warm as we lay in the grass together. The field of wasps, I recognize it from other dreams. The sky was blue and the grass was like antique gold. He held me, we watched the clouds go by. We fell off the waterfall, crashing into the sea. And then I woke up. I dont know why. I know the places in my dream. I have written about them and remembered them and held them close to me. Today I came back. I felt so... calm, so serene and content. I felt perfect. There was no pain, no anger, no unhappiness. There was only warmth, only good. I am still tired. I dont know why I feel this way today. I am afraid that I am slipping back. But... I wont. Because I dont want to. Because I shouldnt. Because I cant. I am going to hang onto it. I wont slip. ... When I woke up it was there, staring at me with those expressionless eyes, waiting for me. I dont know. Does it mean something? I am perfectly content. I am happy with the way things are right now. I am fine with everything that is happening. So stand with me on the edge of the falls and watch the water pour. Dearest Void, I havent written in a while. I didnt know what to say to you. But here I am, talking. Happy. I love you. in the name of the content