I awoke from a dream. A beautiful and clear vision of a girl I once knew growing up in my home town.


I felt disappointed to be awakened, to be interrupted of a feeling I have not felt, indeed forgotten over the years…first love.


What was her name? I could not remember. I closed my eyes, savoring the memory of her face, smile, warmth and charm.


I remember I gave her flowers, dandelions. I picked them along the way. She kissed me on the cheek. I heard myself giggling in my sleep and suddenly remembered her name.