Dream

I haven't seen Kristian for over two weeks, but last night I dreamed that I held him in my hand. He had his current toddler facial features and proportions, but he was so small that he fit there in my palm. He was quiet and simply stared up at me with his little pursed lips Mona Lisa smile.

Besides his size, the other strange element in the dream was that he was made of something like rice paper, like a a dried leaf: so fragile that I was afraid I would crush him.