I had a dream about you. I remember crying a lot, and sweaty hands. I remember half open eyes, and fogged reflections from some omnipotent mirror reflecting me from the inside.
And as a faceless man stole my heart, pulled it right from my chest, I whispered, "I wouldn't mind you know? If you took it, I wouldn't tell anyone…I would be fine with it."
And as new morning light scratched at my eyes, I couldn't get the smell of you out of my nose.
I love dreams like that.