DISPATCH 391.30 to Centauri

2:03 AM

I woke to silence that sounded like your voice not speaking.

It was loud.

It was honest.

It said your name.

 Even the wind sounded like your footsteps.

But it wasn’t you.

It never is.

Still, I sat up and whispered, “Hey. If you’re passing through—stay a minute.”

And the air got warmer.

 That was enough.

It has to be.

 

—Castor