I fell asleep reading

and dreamed of my father today, I don't know when I last did that.

He wasn't dead, he had just been missing.

My brain hadn't adjusted for time, so he still looked 38 instead of the 47 he would be. It will be weird when the image of his face is younger than mine.

His face was crisper than I've been able to conjure without a photo for years. There he was, sitting in front of me. Same blue eyes that lit up like I was his whole world, same smile.

"It's ok, Rabbit, I'm back"

And I woke up, too soon, sobbing and gulping for breath.