my dream

In my dream, Annalise and I are vacationing in some tiny mountain village. She leaves every morning down a dirt path to "work" while I hang out in the village and meet people, shop, have coffee, read books. She comes back in the evening and we sleep in our little car/travel trailer.
I tell her I will follow her to work so I know how to get there in an emergency. She tells me that you can only go there on foot and it's treacherous. So, I tell her I'll follow her around the darkened town to make sure she's safe and knows how to avoid danger.
We walk through the village at night, no lights at all, and she has to pick which path to take, while I whisper from a few steps behind. I tell her, to head for the middle of town, stay away from the side streets, there's someone up there, turn here, avoid that.
It goes on and on.
There is no trouble, there is no danger, there is only my concern of not being there to protect her, as if somehow that would always be my job.

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