In my dream I'm
holding your hand in class again and
we go over to study at your house and
next thing I know we're on your bed and
then we're both asleep in each other's arms.
Nothing more happened in my dream,
except for the fact that when I woke up in your arms you
pulled me closer, rubbed your nose against mine, and then you
gently kissed my lips.

This dream is all it is--a dream. It will never happen,
but I can't seem to help my mind from wandering.