Dream: Air

The waiter placed the black holder on the table. "Split right down the middle?" he asked.

They slowly responded "...yes."

She grabbed the to-go bag, molding the shape of her curved fingers to the container, and then handed it to him, looking to the corners of his almond eyes for some sort of sign. Awkwardly, she raised her now free hand into the air. "I'll see you soon," she sighed. The spaces between her fingers were all too empty.

A dry kiss on the cheek, and then they parted, right down the middle.