The Dream Love Hate Zip -

When I woke, my hands were empty, but the sound remained — a cold metal whisper running up and down the spine of something unfinished.

Love came first, soft as the inside of a collar. It whispered: Stay. The Dream Love Hate Zip

Love, hate, dream, zip. One syllable each. Four ways of saying: I almost held it. When I woke, my hands were empty, but

The zip moved on its own, caught between wanting to close and needing to break. It remembered every time a mouth said forever but meant for now . It knew the weight of a coat put on someone else’s shoulders in the rain. Love, hate, dream, zip

In the dream, there was no color — only the zip of a jacket being pulled up, then down, then up again. The sound was a heartbeat, or maybe a warning.