It's been awhile since I've felt giggly and in love lol. I'm the only one who knows it though. So the dream picks up on, or is reminiscent to, past moments of young love. When you anticipate each other's every moment and both reciprocate feelings of friendship, endearment, love....desire.
I'm laying in bed, waiting for the sandman to put me to sleep because I know I can't fall asleep on my own. You're near and I know we're going to share the bed because there's nowhere for you to sleep and as "friends", what harm could come out of it. I know in my heart that you don't feel the same way I do so I am satisfied to call you my friend. I even tell myself that I love you "like a brother" to keep, no, stop my heart from falling more in love with you.
You come to the bed and undress enough to be comfortable and lay down. Funny thing though is as much as I want to reach out and hold you (though I dare not jeopardize what we already have), I don't. I am constantly calming my body down and taking deep breaths to calm myself down so that I seem as nonchalant as possible. Butterflies are filling my body and I'm giddy. I have this ridiculous smile that I can't wipe off my face because I feel the heat of your nearness.
I finally succumb to sleep and close my eyes only to feel your body shift. you place your right hand on my stomach and just leave it there.
The tension breaks, you maneuver me towards you and just hold me, body to body, face to face.
Then, the kiss. I haven't felt (It felt so real, even though it was a dream.) that much passion in so long that I just allowed myself to relish that kiss, savor life. We just continue to kiss, smile, and roll around. What a freedom to allow myself to love you completely knowing that all this time you'd felt the same way.
