Dream

Last night I dreamt about us, it was simple, and confusing... it was soft and comfortable.

We were talking while our hands were playing scissors, paper, and rock. I won 5 games and lost 1. You were disappointed with your performance, I said: “it is just luck, not ability.” You moved your head up and laughed spontaneously, I looked at you smiling a bit concerned, without knowing the reason for your sudden happiness.

It was dark and many stars were decorating the endless sky. I started counting with no intention to have the right number. You stopped laughing and said: “you cheated on the game, that's why you won,” and I said: “Never.” You asked: “why are you counting?” — “well... it's not about how many stars are in the sky, it's about doing something that even you don't know which number will be at the end, it's worth it to try for the sake of looking at the beauty of each one.”

Like a memory? you asked. — “like a moment,” I replied — “the beauty of a moment in the past and the present is worth it to live it, even you don't know if it will be there in the future.”

Like us? — “Like us.”