Dreamware Beta

Sweat made my clothes stick. I finally found him in the greenhouse.

“Need help?” he said… unsure.

I slogged through muddy thoughts; bath, dinner- produce still low; new fertiliser, new supplier?

He waited, annoyed.

“I’m fine,” I said, words too stuck. I left.

That night I dreamed of tangible thoughts, tendrils reaching, seeking connection. He welcomed them, and I saw myself through his eyes, but without anger, just-

Love.

Early next morning, he rolled over, “you finally tried that new neural-dreamware, how’d it go?”

“Uh, I-” I smirked, “love you too?”

He grinned, “never doubted it, muddiness and all.”

© 2021 Rebecca Glaessner

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