We are in the downtown area of an old historical district. The buildings stand tall and are mostly brick with ornate stained glass windows. Tucked in between are hidden gems reminiscent of the old western saloons. There is an old pizzeria with dark booths and a brick fired oven. The alleyways between the buildings are narrow cobblestone and have only enough room for small vehicles one at a time.  The sky is dark with a hint of storm brewing in the horizon. The air feels heavy and the cochlea on the back of my neck stand at attention.  Your dad and uncle are here. They came to lend a hand with the move. We are moving from a small building uptown into this quaint little historic district. There aren’t many people on the streets this time of day. Making it easy to complete the task before us.
  You are there for a moment I can feel your presence, the scent of your skin is strong and comforting. My soul is at peace having you so close. I turn and you are gone. Your dad and Uncle Gary are working hard moving boxes and furniture and so I jump in to help. Unaware where you went off to but still sensing you near.  We work diligently to get everything moved and situated.  Gary’s phone rings and he stops to take the call. There is concern on his face as he says, okay again and again and then says. I will tell her. He hangs up and his eyes meet mine. He says “he is gone.” I am puzzled and ask “who, who is gone?” He says Jeremy, my face twist and I ask “what do you mean he is gone?” Gary says “He had to go”. I don’t ask again instead I turn and run. I am running back to the apartment, I am running with everything I am and all that I have. I am texting you (Jeremy) asking you to wait for me. I call him but I keep getting the annoying recording that the phone has been disconnected or I have dialed a bad number. I keep running, I feel the panic beginning to rise from low in my stomach into my chest. I am overwhelmed with anxiety. My mind races as I scream out. I hear Gary saying “He is gone.” Like a record playing on repeat. J-E-R-E-M-Y I cry out as loud as my lungs will bellow. I am running up the hill. I can see the apartment in the distance. There is a shadow in the window.  Again I scream out to you. The ground begins to shake beneath my feet. The sidewalk starts to crack. I fall and gash my knee, I fight to regain a standing position and I run against the rubble.  The hillside avalanches and I am being hit with debris but I run with all my might against it. I am fighting and screaming and crying out. I let out one last J-E-R-E-M-Y before everything goes black.

I awake in a cold sweat, there are tears on my cheeks, my heart is racing, my knee is sore and I am tangled in my own sheets. As I begin to calm myself I realize It was a dream, it was only a dream and yet it was so very real.