May 4, 2013
Hey, you. I dreamed of you. My head was on your lap. And because our eyes weren't meeting, in the dream we both felt like we could say anything we wanted to say. You were saying something serious and you were fiddling with my fingers. I remember feeling giddy. I was thankful you weren't looking at my face because I'm sure it must have been really red at the time. Anyway, so we were talking, and then it just happened, you spread your fingers and intertwined them with mine. I woke up with a peaceful feeling. That was really nice.