the wine, i poured another glass, then stood and went to the small window, placing both my glass and his empty one on the sill. the window looked out on a field of yellow, summer-spent grass and wild sunflowers. dusk had put a purple edge to the field. i wished we could live there forever.
i left the window and dropped to my knees beside the tub, rested my hand on the rim and my chin on my hand.
i’m getting out soon, he said, though he did not move and did not open his eyes.
what do you dream? i asked. tell me. 