In my dreams

Last night I dreamed a man I love came to New York to see me. He was sitting at a bar when I approached him and moved into his space. I perceived his laugh to be a nervous one, and told him I suspected I would overwhelm him. Reassuringly, he took me in his arms, whispered romantic words and once again, I was a pacified kitten.

He told me he had to stop at his hotel and that he'd be right back. On the street outside, I waited and waited and waited, but he never returned.

I began cleaning the trunk of my car, tossing out bed pillows that had seen better days, then after taking one more look up the empty street, I decided to leave once and for all.