lucyoncolorado

In which H is in the passenger side of a car...

I climb in the back seat of a car. I say something to the drive. The front passenger turns around to face me, and it's H. She's smiling and looking healthy and natural. I tell her I'm always happy to dream about her. She says she's glad to hear it. Then her face changes. Her body changes- she becomes a taller and larger person with a different face and shorter hair. I ask her if she is still H. She says she is, but her voice and demeanor don't reflect that. I think I only have a few moments to spend with her, so I might as well say the things I mean to say. I try, but it doesn't seem like her anymore. I tell myself the face shouldn't matter, but I feel totally different