“I dreamt we were knights, travelling to a far off land on some important quest,” she said.
He shuffled from the kitchen to the living room, record in hand, slippered feet shuffling along the floor. The telephone rang and they both stopped moving. Stayed still and silent until it stopped.
“But I think we failed.”
She wondered if maybe the dream had some greater meaning, some insight to their relationship, but kept those questions to herself. Instead, she started tugging at a loose thread in her shirt.
He opened the curtains and looked outside. Everything was white and undisturbed.