Since I wrote about the last strange little dream I had, I figured I’d add this to the pile.

We were standing together, wrapped in our winter to spring outdoor wear. The sun bright, the breeze nice. Your arm wrapped around my shoulders.

You looked like Matthew Broderick (Ferris Matthew, not Broadway Matthew), but I knew it was you. The way one does in a dream.

I pressed my lips to your jawline in a long kiss.

“I love you.” You said.

“Love you too” I returned. Without thinking.

Then we both seemed jolted then, that the words had come out. I wondered if we had just automatically said them because we were in some “moment” where we had run out of anything else to say ….

But the feeling of security told me it was true, not just kneejerk.

Even if you DID have the wrong face 🙂