the power of dreams

At the trailing end of sleep, I was hanging up the laundry. [ not tellin' ] appeared in one of the chairs, wearing a white towel. I touched her calf, and she didn't mind. My hand wandered to just above the inside of her knee. I tickled her navel, still wet from her shower, and she giggled. I nudged the side of her face with mine, and her expression indicated interest. I woke up after the first kiss.

This dream won't come true, but I've been in a good mood all day.