Sunday Whirl #84

a recent interaction with my psyche, in which the Universe provides me with comfort in the form of a man who is both familiar and attractive to me:

in the dream, my head lay upon the smooth, bare chest of a sleeping man, encircled by his arm, holding me close.  as my eyes opened (in the dream), and I realized where I was and who I was with, I curled against him in his bed, and felt content.  oh, and the scent of him!  the strong, solid, shape of him, still so attractive to me after all we'd been through, separately and together.  I skimmed my hand across his skin - held it just above the surface, hardly making contact at all.  it was so still, and the flecks of early sunlight just beginning to touch the glass ornaments hanging in his windows told me the dawn was yet to fully come.  I filled myself with the serenity of the moment, as I knew (in my dream) that I was in one of those dreams that held the power to sway me off of my feet for most of the next few days.  as the lucidity fell away and the waking dream ended, my eyes opened to the sight of my own unshared bed in my own room, sighing as my dream lingered in my senses, and I burrowed beneath the heap of my blankets to preserve the feeling as long as possible.  these dreams often manage to help lift some load off my shoulders, or burdens from my mind, just by serving as sweet reminders of comfortable companionship, and that I am loved.  oh, but the smell of him - even in a dream - and how it carried me through the next few days on a cloud of emotion, much like a reflection of falling in love with the same person, eternally.  and as much as I love the person represented in the dream, I also know the dream is telling me the one I need to be in love with - is me.

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