My dreaming mind

I dreamed of my dark haired angel boy again. I had a dream we climbed a mountain together. Him and I.

A small, very steep mountain. It was like climbing a wall of grass and dirt. But we clung on, side by side and reached the top. At the top was a house. I remember kissing him outside that house. His hair changed color, turned lighter. His kiss was electric, it almost hurt. I wanted to cry. Unlike all my other dreams involving him there were no feelings of fear or anxiety that someone might see us or find us out. It was simple and ended way too soon.