I had a dream about you last night. Fifth dream I've had this week. I'm not going to deny the fact that I think of you right before I fall asleep at night. Perhaps that's why my subconcious mind drifts to you. I don't remember what happens in the dreams. I just remember that you're in them, and they're so beautiful that even when I wake up, I close my eyes and try to hold onto the image a bit longer. I feel everything so powerfully. The butterflies are inspiring. And they don't leave me until late into the afternoon, when my memory of the dream isn't so clear anymore.
