This

I had the most wonderful dream last night little sweetheart.

Not all of the details remain but you were with me, we were together and you were sleeping in my arms. You stirred, sleepy-eyed, caressing me and said quietly, intently “don’t forget this” in a way that seemed to suggest both that I should take the memory of it with me upon waking and also, in the moment of the dream itself, not to forget your touch and my own in response, to remember sensorially, to remember to reach for you and how we find one another.

Yes, little sweetheart. Always.