by Bec Fary
I heard the cat meowing at the bedroom door this morning, but in my dream it was a person knocking. I remember dreaming of fruits and bright colours.
He came into the room, got into bed and kissed me.
“You want me to just be a travelling salesman, selling soda?”
As soon as I said it out loud I realised I was awake, not dreaming anymore, and he didn’t know anything about the fruit or the colours. And I instantly forgot the rest of the dream.