At some point, I felt numb. The thought of a woman I met keep racing through my head.

I saw her face in a dream I had, she was talking to me but I could not hear her words from across the room. I wanted to move closer, but I was held back by something or nothing. The dream felt like a place I've been before, but I didn't recognize it.

The numbness subsided and was replaced with confusion. My days seem to blend into one another, a never ending day of the same things happening, the same sights and sounds. My confusion causes me to drift away as if I were on that raft we found on the lake in Indiana. My thoughts drifting away on choppy waters of late winter.

Before her lightness.