I had a dream about you this morning
we were in your car, something that only happened about once in person but that I remember the feeling of vividly
(this happens often in my dreams-- me, the Passenger)
we were parked somewhere sort of green
I was sitting in the back, watching the nape of your neck in the driver's seat and catching glimpses of your expression from the rearview mirror

this was the finished draft of a daydream
Can You Please, you said, and I did

and it was so nice to be outside of my life
with you

we were out all night talking
and I woke up, in the dream,
and I touched your back to wake you up

the morning meant the game was over and there'd be
Questions

a sad, tired smile
"anytime you want to--"

you need a haircut

am I happy?