No Smoking Joint

Smog-Free. Shiny-White. Clean Lungs.

That night he dreamt of her.

In the dream they were in an argument. She said she was leaving.

At first, he believed her. But there were qualms in his head needed to be quelled. Whatever that was bothering him, it didn’t materialize. It was just there, trapped in the black hole of sleep. He was merely looking at her as if they were worlds apart. Their lips unmoving, but their mind frequencies sparked like lovers on a boat. An exchange of thoughts. A bartering of affections that did not breach the chords of speech.

four-pages and three-thousand words and still stumped on how to exact a proper finale.