I saw a woman from a dream today.
She wore a cherry red jumpsuit and her dark hair hung straight, despite the wind on the balcony of the Soho penthouse. She held a paperback book with a pink cover.
She quieted the packed room and thanked the crowd of people, each holding their own copies of the rose-colored book. I wiped my watery eyes. She was radiant.
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to liminal space to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.