The Kid in Your Dreams Who Might Be Your Future Child

I live in the quiet corners of your dreams, where time stretches like afternoon shadows. I hum to the wind, talk to stones, and sometimes tell you things you don’t remember thinking. I wear my overalls with one strap down and carry pebbles in my pockets like secrets. I see you — really see you — and sometimes, when the dream lingers, I take your hand like it’s the most natural thing in the world.