And in this weird dream I had things were brightly technicolor and everything played out so smooth. It was strange and yet warm. It was soft and beautiful.
But of course, I knew it was a dream, because you chose to stay with me. You chose to sleep in late and I would wake you up with breakfast in bed. You chose to skip work so we could go see a movie together and we laughed and kissed. You chose to hold my hand and pulled me up towards your bedroom again and again.
It was strange. It was soft and beautiful. It was just a dream.