In a dream there was a girl I had never met. A girl I had never seen. She had long brown hair that swayed like trees in a breeze. Her eyes mirrored butterfly wings opening and closing gracefully. When she smiled I felt a great weight on me. It was something heavy that pressed in on my being. The way she lit the room, she was the sun. She gave off her own energy and warmth. Compared to her, I am coal. Cold and motionless, but she was my spark. Being with her caught me alight. Never before had I felt so alive. Never in my waking life had I lived so dangerously. The Sun’s radiant heat bringing forth spring inside me. Then I had to leave. Walking away I looked back to see that her arm was stretched out toward me. Those big butterfly wings fighting back the rain. Many times throughout the next day I would close my eyes trying to see her face. I wanted to feel the weight of that smile come over me. It’s a strange sort of sadness, knowing you won’t see someone you’ve never met ever again.