I danced with Yvonne last night. It was a version of her I've never seen before. She actually had a mohawk, thick and black with the sides of her head covered in short hair, not shaven, and a long mane going down the back, waving and free. The hair on top was actually held up with a gorgeous, woven and metal band of antique gold and turquoise, or her hair would have fallen to the sides. Maybe that means it's not really a mohawk.

She had the most beautifully colored henna starting just under her nose and going down her neck. It was breathtaking in its intricacy with spirals and patterns I've never seen. I stared at it often because its beauty surprised me- that seems such an odd place to have a tattoo or henna. But its beauty left me breathless.

She stood about a foot taller than me, as well, so when we danced, she seemed to fill the room.

But it was her eyes that captured me most. She seemed only slightly contained in her body, her eyes showing an energy and fire that was too large for her form, no matter how large it appeared.

And mom watched us dance for a moment- she was there, with a smile, and then she was gone.

I awoke crying with a large smile. I danced with Yvonne last night.