Angel,
As is the way of dreams, time and places and people can shift on you; placing you into new scenes from moment to moment. In my dreams last night they shifted like beach sand under my feet; there was nothing solid. The dreams moved from one scene to the next, sometimes gracefully or sometimes abruptly. The only constant North Star was that you were there. Your bright eyes and your mischievous smile - and the press of your presence that makes my heart race and dizzies my senses.
Even in dreams you make light and air come alive.
Even in dreams I can feel the press of your presence.
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