Darby's spirit visits

Darby came back to life last night. When he realized he was old and sick, he transformed himself into his healthy adolescent self. His grey beard became bushy and brown. His thin coat grew out wildly. He shrank in size, to that of a puppy, and any trace of arthritis in his hips disappeared. We ran about in the woods, and Darby raced around, jumping and dancing, embracing his second lease on life.

It’s funny how the dead can live once again through our dreams.

It wasn’t long before I realized this wasn’t reality, and I woke up to find I had begun crying in my sleep.