“Line them up like purple pansies”
I never understood what it meant. You used to say this when you lay asleep in the middle of the night.
I told you about it once and you laughed at me. I never understood what they meant — your laughter and the sentence that seemed to belong in your dreams.
I never told you about it. But I will tell you now.
The first time I heard you speak in your sleep woke me up in a haste. Your voice was clear and cold when you commanded him, her, or them to line them up like purple pansies.
I sat up and watched you sleep; waiting for you to say them again. You never did.
I heard it once more but this time you were probably in a different dream. You whispered that I should line them up like purple pansies. I was bewildered. I allowed myself to smile at your strange sleeping habit.
I moved some hair off your face and whispered back. Yes, love, I will line them up like purple pansies. I got up and turned the lights out.
I must say that I heard them countless times. Each time, was different from the other time. The only thing that remained similar was that I never understood what it meant.
I still don’t but I miss the way you say it.