I had a dream about you last night. We were in bed, but it wasn't that type of a dream. We were talking, I don't remember about what, just that I was so relaxed and the words were floating out of me and there was a Bill Evans song that I love playing somewhere in the background, and it felt like we had just come back from getting massages, maybe we were at a spa because the bed was really big and soft and it wasn't my bed, maybe it was yours.
And you sat down next to me and you listened and didn't say a word and you just let me go on talking until you got on top of me and we held each other and the last thing I remember was listening to your heart beat before I drifted off to sleep.
When I woke up this morning, my wife asked me why I was smiling.
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