We were together, the three of us, having dinner in what seemed like a hotel reception room. Outside, the weather was windy, and each time the wind blew the gusts grew stronger. We would move location to location each time the wind grew in strength.
The three of us; with them I felt safe.
They would have to be without me.
And so, at that moment, at my very last moments, I woke up.
It was a dream. I was breathless. I was scared.
I looked to my right, covered in a pink blanket, she was right beside me; safe and sleeping.
I quickly got up, raced downstairs and there he was, cooking breakfast.
I grabbed my golden throw, sat at the kitchen table and cried my eyes out.
He stood there looking at me, concerned, listening to what I had just experienced.
He wrapped me in his big arms, the arms that always enclose me with love, safety, and warmth.
Everything was okay.
I was safe, again.