I had a dream we went on a trip together. Just us. I think it was Italy.

Nothing remotely sexual happened. Maybe I stared a little bit, all the time (even dream me is infatuated with you).

Any time you'd point something out, I'd listen to you closely and stare at what you talked about. You looked at me the whole time.

We were so close by the end of the trip, and the dream was so real, I woke up thinking you were in a hotel room next door, ready for our next mid morning lets-get-lost adventure.

you weren't there.