I had a dream and you were in it. We were cleaning up from some party we had hosted. I think we were getting ready to tackle the mess on a folding table when I turned to you and asked for a hug.
And you readily obliged.
It wasn't just a normal hug. It was a melt-into-the-other-person sort of hug. And it was wonderful.
I could feel your hands on my back as you patted my shoulder blades and rubbed your hands along my spine, and I could feel your chest against mine, the subtle rise and fall of your breathing. But we weren't crushed together. There was no discomfort.
Only a wonderful, all-encompassing... melding.
And it made me so happy and content. And as the hug ended, I slowly woke up and smiled.