Just Another Pesky Dream


She came to me in a dream last night. We were together for a short time in those few stolen moments. She told me her secrets and I shared mine. Others didn’t approve, but what does it matter? Love is love, and it was love we shared. In a short time she became my best friend, my lover, my everything. Her name remains unknown but her face has been with me all day. Though she was only a dream, somehow I find myself missing her greatly, almost as if she were a real person.

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