a dream of love

I had a dream about you last night.


It’s all a little fuzzy now that I’m awake, but last night it was so real.  Like, I could hear your voice, smell the shampoo in your hair, and feel your breath as you whispered in my ear.  It was almost as if you really were laying next to me.  Were you??  Has the apartment building security gone lax?  Did I leave the door unlocked again?

If I did, then expect for me to leave it open again tonight, because that.  was.  hot.

Though, don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t all flashes of passion and hours of taking advantage of each other in the kitchen, and the living room, and the shower, and the laundry room, and again in the kitchen- don’t judge me.  There was a backdrop of normality, in a home that we called our own, a family that we had brought together, and a life that we built on each other.

There were friends and family scattered and socializing through the house, and the kids were all playing in the back yard.  I had fired up the grill and the two of us were cooking some of the best food on the block.

But that’s how it seems to work.  Even in my dreams, I crave an entire life with you.  It seems I can’t have one aspect without having all of you, and I hope some day you can dedicate all of yourself to us.  I promise, you already have all of me.

I hope to see you again tonight.  I’ll leave the door open.

5 comments on “a dream of love

  1. I love your blogs, they all speak to me. Thank you for sharing.

  2. I somehow can relate to you as I also go through these kind of experiences. Really a great one. Its really great you can put this feeling in words.

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