Dream Sequence - Part 14

You walked into the room
just as I began
to shave off my beard,
blank and sleepy-eyed
but somehow fascinated.
I flashed a tired grin
and continued my work.
Finally you spoke:
“You’re leaving us.”
“What do you mean?” I replied.
“Just because I’m shaving
I have to have some sinister purpose?”
“No,” she said,
“the two don’t necessarily go hand-in-hand,
but in this case they do.”
Wise ass.
I shrugged at my reflection in the mirror.
“I truly am just shaving.”
And that was that.
She went back to bed.
I was gone within the hour.