I had a dream

Of a boy holding a racket

He looked with a smile that beamed

He came and lent me his jacket

His face was a blur

Though I knew exactly who he was

Perhaps this same dream will occur

I sure hope so because

It was unlike any other dreams

I wasn’t falling off a building

Or eating my favorite ice cream

It wasn’t as boring as watching a flower wilting

The next morning

I walked down the hall

The hall was swarming

With people, then I fall

Though I didn’t hit my knees

I didn’t hit anything at all

I feel gloves on a hand

I look up and see a boy wearing a headband

I apologized, he looked in my eyes

And gave me my fallen jacket

I didn’t realize

That he was also holding a racket