"I don't want to make it awkward or anything, but I had a *** dream about us last night.
Don't get me wrong: there was more to it than that- we were having a long and involved conversation about many potential meanings of Life and the joys of pursuing One's own creative spirit as well as some discussion as to the seemingly cyclic nature of Time and the absolute relativity of Consciousness and Reality.
See, it was after that (and perhaps some red wine) that we yoked ourselves in the heat of unspoken passion and accidentally set the room aglow with sparks of fervid insatiability until the Moon took a cue from our dance and song and slowly went down on the Earth and the Sun rose over the crest warming what icy shells we'd so briefly and blissfully forgotten.
But alas, for it was but a dream and then I woke unto yet another; but I thought perhaps you may like to know.
I hope you slept well too."
To no one in particular. Consider it historical fiction.