Pre-dawn whisper

"In our story an 'infinite' beginning is possible, because you do not remember your start. We are different, you and I, and because of this our edges can meet, and ours do all over. You picture so many scenarios, as absolute as you can, and you rescue me. Then in the dream you consider what it might look like from my perspective. You wake up, break down the walls between, shelter me from the storm, and fly us to freedom, as I sing you into peace with me. Then you dream of utter darkness over a cliff, standing on such a small rock amidst nothing; suddenly I fly to you and snatch you from the rock and you wake up. These connect, but even they are not absolute stories, as you have seen. I play you into my experience, you write me into yours, both having glimpsed each other somewhere along the way. These threads are being made complete, as you already believe with a strength unmatched so that even what is called knowledge to the contrary is called into question, I just wanted to say hello and walk memory lane with you for a minute." I can hear her smile as the whisper ends. It was only in my mind, nothing audible here or there, but I heard it in flashes, more clearly than I hear the rest, nonetheless.