“The colours? Movements of you? Not usually here.” What was here was a little like what he had done…..touching dreams and leaving a lingering memory of her, of pieces of what she would leave them with.
“You did. You asked. And so I am here. Not everyone would.” Most people preferred to speak to him in his own world, if they thought to seek him out at all.
“It is more that can reach through, more to touch words and warmth.”