You look out over the duck pond’s water from the porch of your new cabin. The sun setting, brightly, in the western sky. The air is brisk and clean, and you inhale it, deeply, your eyes closing. It’s autumn, nearing winter. It’s the time of year when nature is preparing to sleep. The air is cold and clean. The wind bites gently at your cheeks. Mittens are nice with the hoodie in this weather.

You are so lost in the moment, enjoying the little heat on your face given by the setting sun, you do not hear their footsteps coming up behind you. 

“Hey,” you hear to your right. “Is everything alright?” 

You smile. Tears had begun to fall from your eyes when you heard their voice. “Yes,” you reply. You feel their gloved hand on the small of your back. “Everything is perfect, actually.” 

You lean your head on their shoulder. You haven’t even looked at them yet, but you know they are wearing the toque you knit for them several years ago.

“I was just thinking about how I never really dreamed this would happen. That I’d be here,” you say, still looking at the setting sun. 

“I knew you could do it,” they said.  

“Thank you for believing in me,” you reply. 

They pull you in closer. “Always.” 

This was the only part of my dreams that I remembered over the weekend. No clue who the other person is but they were my partner. The presence of a toque gives no information because I would, without question, have knit my partner a toque pretty early on in dating.

I might expand on this and make a story out of it or something. It could be a scene at the beginning of a slasher! We all know that nothing good comes of being in a cabin in the woods <<insert scary music here>>