115th Dream.

I found my friend in her hospital bed, hair dark and uncut, shining under the fluorescent light. She shared an air-conditioned room divided by a plastic curtain with a woman who was dying.

"I don't know you, stranger," I said to her, "but I love you. Everything will be okay." I choked on the words, tears all in my mouth and she repeated them back.

When I woke, everything was still so tangible.