Dream Warm-Up

Before I go to bed I let my mind wander into other places, other situations. Kind of like a warm up for my dreams. As soon as I close my eyes, I imagine a different scene in my head. And it always comes down to the same situation: meeting the person of my dreams. As much as I like being alone and independent, my thoughts always go back to that person. I haven't even met him yet (I think), and yet, he is the only thing that's always there. I know he exists. I can feel it. Why can't I meet him soon? I imagine every possible way to meet him. In my head, we've met several times, either in a funny way, a serious way, a way we're going to be telling our grandchildren when we're old. We've met a lot of times. I don't know what your hands look like, but I know how they're going to feel around my fingers. I don't know what your eyes look like, but I know how they're going to look at me. I don't know what your lips look like, but I know what I'm going to feel when they kiss me. I know you're out there. Come to me.