Liquid happiness rushed through every vein and muscle, spreading the six levels of happiness to every part of me. And it was just a dream. The bliss I felt with my eyes closed was the same as when they came open, bringing the world into fuzzy morning reception, no rabbit ears to tweak, just have to blink enough, but the warmth of the kiss you danced on my cheek was still there. It tickled my whiskers as it rippled along the surface of my skin, the initial wave and the return wave met on my chest and went hand in hand as they sunk into my heart. Still, just a dream. So many days went by in my little night-time mind movie, and each time I saw you were still waiting for me I would drop whatever I was doing to run to you, to see you, to try and say I love you. I think I do, in dreams and reality. I’ve never said it out loud, in either venue, but that doesn’t make it untrue, just unspoken, unprofessed, unchecked.
I felt happy, but slightly sank when you had not been brought to me by the sheer power of my dream. If anything could do it, that should; As though my reverie was a huge magnet that could pull you from your bed to mine, pull you somewhere warm, pull you somewhere safe, pull you some place to save me.

01/06/2005

Posted on 01/06/2005
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