I dreamed of a dusk that was more beautiful than anything I had ever seen. The light was blinding, but instead of burning and irritating my eyes, it warmed me to my very depths. I dreamed of the twilight of eternity. The very precipice one must dwell on before finally coming to an end.

As I drew closer to the warmth, a momentary chill would race up my spine, shocking me to turn around. And there behind me stood the man who had saved my life.

“Don’t go”, he’d purr. His voice was even more soothing than the light.

Pulled between two gentle polarities, and the middle being interminable and cold. Eventually I could see him for what he truly was: my life. Behind me, but not yet gone from me. I was not to go. I turned and walked back to him. As I touched his warm hands, I saw nothing again.

I woke several hours later. His hands were still holding mine.