Nicaraguan Consolation (Dream)

Last night I dreamed I was consoling a woman in Nicaragua, offering her my  protection, love,  and care. Offering to bring her with me back to Canada, to the consternation of her family, who had been unable to convince the pregnant woman to name the father of her expected child. I was not the father, and an unlikely older lover. She was beautiful, brown, skin so smooth and soft I could often not stop reaching for her hand.  Her black hair fell over her shoulders, her eyes dark as the cover of my father’s bible. She was sad and unhappy. Settling slowly at my side sitting up against the adobe wall, she fell asleep with her head on my shoulder waiting for an answer as she slept.