Winter Rose

I have been dreaming about roses. The dreams have been coming for three months. I can smell them in my sleep. I can taste them on my tongue like a drop of rose water. I see them in all colors and sizes and they are all beautiful.

Last night, I dreamt I was a rose. I was covered in snow but still blooming. I felt life coursing through me without a summer sun. I was thriving and beautiful. I've been living in hibernation too long and I'm bursting with life.

This morning, Alan said "You aren't taking my s*** anymore are you? You are growing stronger." Yes, I am.