A brief flicker of rage...
Her appearance in my dream last night was very brief.
She was leaning on her hands, on the bed, next to me. Not a completely unwelcome image to savour, but my joy was tempered by her state - she was shaking with rage. It seems she had just read my blog and was pissed off by what she had read.
She was about to explain her thoughts when the illusion was shattered.