No. 10

I dreamed you.
And I woke warm and smiling, with vague recollections of joy.
I know that dreams are just the mind's way of dealing with all the shit we've got spinning up there, and that you might not have been you. You might have been me, reflected there, in your eyes, your voice, your touch. Or, you might have be someone else entirely.
But it felt like you.
Even after, while I drank coffee and read, in the morning silence of this place, it lingered.
The dream.
You.