I dreamt we were dancing on the edge of an explosion that I couldn't take my eyes off. We moved our feet with the rhythm, overpowered by music.
Everybody was laughing when you dropped your glasses. I took your picture as you bent down to pick them up, because I know what it's like to see things out of focus.
I said, "I still feel like a child", and you just smirked.
My little sister was crying. What good is seeing if we can't dance?
I woke up.
In the shower I remember moving to the sound of an explosion. I put on my clothes but no more of my dream.
On the way to school I run into you. You are telling me all about a movie when you drop your glasses. As you bend down to pick them up, I take your picture.