Moonstone winked at me the last second before I switched off the selenite lamp illuminating my dresser. The new darkness seemed to add a certain luminescence, so I picked it up and tucked it underneath my pillow.

I must have been thinking about You a lot lately because in the moment when I came to in the space time of my dream,

 You were next to me. As if I willed it. Your head rested on my left shoulder, and your eyes closed as I combed a sleepy hand through your hair.

It’s been about twelve hours since I woke up so the rest comes back to me in tiny flashes:

Two clear pools with an array of brightly colored floating mattresses. You relaxed toward the deep end. Swimsuits and the words, “I don’t regret any of it.”