I ‘m dreaming when he wakes me up.The touch of his fingers against my cheek pulls me straight out of a deep, vision-filled sleep and back into reality. The image had just been there, whatever scene in my imagination just having been playing fresh in my mind moments before, like a TV that had just been shut off. Except I can't remember exactly what I saw.I know Harlan is there. He always is. And I remember happiness. Warmth. I remember speaking with him, but whatever words were shared are long gone, floating further and further away as I try to grasp my memory with invisible fingers, watching it slip through until it is gone.My eyes open into thin slits, squinting as I try to adjust them to the low light. A hand presses to my cheek.It is Harlan. He is everywhere: there in my dreams, and again there next to me in real life, when he pulls me out of them and back to earth. He hovers above me, propped on his elbow, giving me light strokes until I am finally awake and
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