I am kissing an old friend. The kiss is playful and sweet. It’s sensuous and safe. I think to myself that this is great and we should be together and then I remember that I’ve seen a flaw in his character and I cannot marry him.

He invites me onto a bouncy castle where there is a space to sleep on the top. We have slept there before. I remember the feeling. Now that I know we aren’t getting married I think I should not sleep there beside him again.

I stay below and am in a small apartment/house. We are getting ready for a very long journey, north. He has the directions and plans to do some of the driving. I’m ready to drive too.

Nervous. But ready.