There are dreams, and there are whispers.

There are dreams, and there are whispers.

And sometimes

there are two truths in the dark.

It was dark.

Not empty… just contained.

Like the world had narrowed to one room.

One focus.

She was there.

Heat.

Seated.

Still.

Not passive.

Not relaxed.

Placed.

As though the room arranged itself

around her without effort.

You were there too.

But not just once.

There were two of yo…