For no more than five seconds I recalled by way of a dream what it was like to hold her hand. The cool silky feel or her skin entwined in mine. In my dream, I was driving with her next to me and we were talking and smiling at one another. Then I took her hand in mine. She let our hands embrace, and seemed to betray with a quiet smile a deep happiness looking down at our together hands. Then softly she raised her lovely porcelain fingers and pulled our hands apart.
I awoke with a tangible tingling loneliness overcoming my right hand.
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