I dreamed you last night. I saw your outline just in front of me under the covers, and I watched you lay there. Your lips smiled in that knowing way, and it was enough to make my heart flutter as I slept. I saw your hands move. Steady and purposeful; a boys hands. Those hands make me feel feminine, vulnerable, protected. In my dream your hands spoke to me. They told me all the words you were too afraid to say, and my hands talked back. Small, soft and unsure. In the dark we moved together. We stirred softly and quietly under the blankets as the outside world melted away.