I had a dream. I came knocking, and you opened the door and welcomed me in.
In my dream, we were sitting there, talking like old friends. We shared jokes, laughing so hard I almost cried. We ruminated on life and living, thinking with such force I almost cried. We told stories, chiseling away so much of my self I almost cried.
And dreamily I wonder, if you hadn’t been the one who opened the door, what would have happened.
Then I realised, it isn’t actually a dream. I did have a good time chatting with you yesterday.