Dreams...

A girls dreams of her brother...

I fall asleep at 9:30 every night, not right on the dot, but close...

I always end up in a field somewhere, not in the dark, but not very light...

I always seem to walk for miles, not too far, but still for a long time...

I always end up here, at the beach, not happy times, but not sad either...

He's always there, not always standing, not always sitting...

Sometimes I have to search for him, he could be swimming, he could be sleeping...

Sometimes he finds me as I search, always turned the wrong way, or not looking close enough...

Sometimes I miss him, no... Always.

I always miss him.