Dear diary, last night I had one of those dreams,
who let you wake up in the morning with a smile.
I dreamed of a man whose face I couldn't quite make out. We sat together in a small bar, laughing about something completely insignificant and understood each other as if we'd known each other forever.
Later, we strolled through the warm night. His hand found mine at some point, quite naturally. It was that pleasant tingling sensation that can't be explained. No big drama, no cheesy movie scene - just this feeling that you're exactly where you want to be.
Just before I woke up, he pulled me closer to him. His gaze said more than words and my heart suddenly beat a bit faster. Exactly at that moment, unfortunately, the alarm clock rang.
Now I'm wondering a bit if the man from my dream might actually exist somewhere out there. If so, feel free to reach out. 😉



