Sweet dreams...

In a dream last night and into this morning as I woke, you were with me, my little sweetheart. Your dad had picked me up (from the airport, I guess) and brought me to a house that wasn't quite like either of the ones I've been to before. He wanted to show me a new garage there they'd just had built. And after, still with my bags in my hands, I saw you. You were standing outside this different house. Standing in the pool of a fountain there. I came up to you and spoke. And you turned and kissed me, my sweetheart. Your pretty face was wet from the spray of the fountain and even though your dad was right there so it wasn't a deep, lasting kiss, you kissed me just the same. And I could feel your lips exactly as I remember. I could feel the water, the mist on your face. I could feel the softness of your lips against mine. And for a moment, I was home. Truly home, again.