I had a dream the other night. About you.
I dreamt that you held my hand and then afterward you hugged me from behind as I fell asleep.
You’re soft, softer than I ever imagined. If I saw you smiling at a dog, I’d smile.
You lost your sunglasses, it is my pleasure to help you find them.
How. How are you so sweet and good and kind and bright? How does your eye contact make me buzzed? I hope you think of me, because I never stop thinking of you.
