Almost but not quite

by remembertoexhale

My dream was filled with a soft image of you shrouded in a cloudy light and your beaming smile, our heads touching, our fingers brushing, almost, but not quite, a natural progression of increased brushing, slight touches and shoulder rubs and arm squeezes, until my head fell to your chest, where it felt like home briefly, until I wondered what the hell I was doing making a home in a place that isn’t mine to make.