I Threw A Brick Through A Window...

I awoke in my dream to find myself laying next to her again.

The woman in my dream is not any particular "her," at least one that I
do not instantly recognize.

Then again, I was never one to split hairs in dreams. At least not
the long, soft ones now draped innocently across my chest.

I gently extracted myself from her grip and slithered out of the
sheets, careful not to disturb her sleep. The morning light filtered
through the window, gently illuminating her shape in the semi-darkness
of the room.

I felt myself smiling in my dream while other parts of my brain
queried as to why. I couldn't see the woman, nor did I have any idea
who she was. She was just "She," and yet I loved her without knowing
why.

I padded to the back door and gently slid it open, revealing the
backyard that seemed so familiar to me. I had never lived in this
house, just dreamed about it. Dreamed over and over about every detail.

At night, I could see the city lights stretching far into the
distance. During the day, I could see halfway to Catalina.

I walked outside and reached in my robe pocket for my pack of Camels.
I'd shifted to lights in recent years, but in my dream the full
strength smokes tasted like pure bliss.

I stood there, lit the cigarette in between my lips and waited. I
knew I wouldn't have to wait long. For as sure as the sun returned to
the sky this morning, so would the hot, blustery Santa Ana winds
return to these lands.

There was nothing for it but to stand there patiently and wait. I had
all the time in the world...