A dream.

Last night, I had a dream about you.

You were at my house using the laptop.

It was a class gathering.

I sat beside you to see what you were doing.

You looked at me. Patted my head.

Our hands made contact.

You wrapped you hand around mine.

Pulled me close to you.

But I pushed you away.

You looked at me with this warmness, and I start leaning back in.

And the next thing I knew was, I woke up...

And everything is all over.

The dream was so real.

I could even make out the beautiful features of your face.

But I know that a dream is a dream.

It will never be reality.

Love,

Bel