early 28th morning dolphin sleep

It's morning closed-eye vignettes like these that make me wish dreams and people were interconnected, like there was more rhyme and reason to what movies your brain's reel projected on the backs of your eyelids than what it thinks you should know and what you ate.

If it were possible for people to share dreamspace, and you & I saw each other on a regular basis, what would be the look in your eyes when you saw me the next day?

The feelings, the sensations, that I am left with after a nice dream--the euphoria and the longing--they frighten me, but stick to my hara like boiled grains of pearl rice to a wooden spoon.

I was washing dishes, and you came up behind me and put your arms around my shoulders. Talking into my ear...my neck...suddenly in another room, pressed against you in blues form as we spun endlessly to the end of the hall, in a tight embrace the whole way.

Contentment. Happiness simmering under the lid.

What would you think of me? What would you want of me after a dream like that?