Random Thoughts from Whispers Past

Last night, he dreamt.

He was swept away by a tidal wave, by foamy waters and churning quakes.

It was weird - he usually couldn't remember any of his dreams.

Perhaps it was the tea he had in the morning, or the coffee the day before. Yea, he shouldn't be dreaming.
She looked into the mirror and fingered its smooth surface.

Who was this girl with the mildly expectant look on her face? She didn't look sad. She simply looked as though she was waiting. For something, anything.

She tried to flick a water droplet off the mirror's image but couldn't.
They sat, side by side, gazing but not seeing, strangers once more.

They were once friends. Were. Once. Past.

What was could no longer be.