Extract from an early morning dream

I was walking down a deserted road on a cold winter’s night. I felt anxious and was scared to move my foot as it was pitch-dark. The streetlights were off and the moon was hiding behind cluster of dark clouds. Suddenly I felt warm and heavy on my cold hand. My right palm was resting inside someone else’s palm. I tried to release my palm while looking at the face. By then we had reached near a dimming streetlamp. In that faded light, I saw a glimpse of his face.  It looked familiar. He said, “Don’t worry. It’s me”. I felt better that I was not alone. We walked. I saw his face clearly under the bright streetlamp. The moon showed half of itself from behind the clouds. The face still looked familiar but it wasn’t whom I thought it was. The face made me feel more comfortable and happy. I held his palm tight. The moon was full and bright. We continued walking.