Sometimes the most interesting people end up in my dreams. This time it was a former student of mine whom I haven't even seen in a couple of years, but communicate with regularly on Facebook. It's not the first time he made it into my dreams. I imagine he must be totally creeped out by now. Here's the recount I gave him:
This time we were both 13. Early in the morning we stood on my childhood porch. You were in an old flowered bathrobe. I drank coffee and listened while you taught me words in Spanish. Devolver. I conjugated the verb in my head. I worried that my stepfather would wake up and find a *boy* within a hundred yards of me.