Eye contact

She could barely see, but she drove methodically on, like a slowly rolling river finding the path of least resistance and propelled by gravity.  The windshield wipers could barely keep up with the waves falling from a sky the color of a cold arctic ocean.  But they couldn't wipe away the tears falling even harder than the rain.  It was amazing she could even stay on the road, but this was a dream.  Wasn't it?  Yes. She was sure of it.  So sure, she let go of the wheel.  Fuck it, why not?  Watching her hands fall to her sides in slow motion, as though they were someone else's, she turned to find a passing pedestrian slogging through the torrents.  He turned at the same time, his eyes meeting hers, locking on and not letting go.  Afraid- no, unable to look away, she saw darkness, she saw light.  And then he was there, holding her in the rain on the side of the road and she laughed, rain and tears confused on her cheeks. Taking what felt like her very first breath she could hardly find her voice "You saved me" she whispered, eyes still locked. .  "It's just a dream" he replied.