Kwoya Fagin Maples

Dream #778,002

We were in a line, perhaps for rations, and then your hand was on my arm.  I saw your hand first, identified your fingernails by the shape and clarity.  I looked in your face.  We made small talk about how both of us looked older with white hair.  In that same room there were caramels which, when dropped, turned to caramel worms.  At some point I leaned in and gave you a farewell kiss, and I'm sorry about that.  I know you're married to that girl with the silvery flip-flops and long hair.  I now every month you're shooting to put a baby in her. But it wasn't a wet kiss, it was just a kiss with the lips and really, it's better we met under those circumstances.  In life I remember kissing you until my mouth buzzed.