Had a dream with you in it.
We were in a room…a living room but not one I know. I was curled up on the couch: knees to chin, arms wrapped over them, holding a cup of tea.
It’s late at night. We were in a deep conversation, you across from me in a chair.
“What would you think our lives would be like if we had met in a different time and place?”
I smile thoughtfully. “What a delicious idea.”
“The fact that I wonder about such things?”
“No. The fact that you wonder, but I know.”