A dream.

He comes home from my favorite music festival, Cornerstone, early. I am at a mutual friend's house, a place I find solace and have a blast every time I drive onto the property.

He approaches me and asks to marry me.

I start yelling and running away.

"Why are you here?"

"NO! No, I can't!"

And that's the end. That's the truth.

Thank You God for dreams and closing doors. Thank You God for never opening those windows again. You are good.