Like We Used To

I had a dream last night. Something that doesn’t happen often.

Rory was there. I recognized her but she felt a little older.

We pressed our foreheads together, touching our nose.

Beauty. Joy.

Then we pulled away. She ran her index finger down my nose and smiled.

She said, “Just like you used to.”

I stayed in that moment with her face glowing at mine.

Perfection.