I had a dream about Dean recently, it was a really cute one in my opinion. We sat in a small cafe where it was quiet but not too quiet. A calm atmosphere enveloped us, where we were surrounded by candles and plants, sipping on cups of coffee side by side. Fingers intertwined, thighs touching. Gentle smiles and small laughter filling the air, simple happiness. After a while, he stood and said goodbye, walking away slowly before glancing back. I smiled at him and waved goodbye only for him to rush back and hug me. Holding me close and tightly, showing his feelings while sharing his warmth. An act of pure affection
Then I woke up, tears streaming down my face but with a smile. Thankful for the gift my imagination gave me