睡前朗讀之九

記憶總像降靈般出現。最近開始夢見，夢見你還在我腳邊打繞，或者床邊枕頭沿，有時候還湊在我臉邊親密地磨蹭著。夢裡你老是挨著我胸口睡，一人一狗同樣的呼吸節奏。

我好想你：

His own identity was fading outinto a grey impalpable world: the solid world itself which these dead had one time reared and lived in was dissolving and dwindling.（James Joyce/The Dead）