Dear Lover,
I had a dream last night.
That you and I went on a weekend road trip.
With my family.
And Father Darling let you drive.
And all the rest of us thought it was because he wanted to watch and criticize the way you would handle the car.
But instead he leaned the seat back and took a nap.
And you caught my look in the rearview mirror.
Surprised.
Utterly relieved.
And happy.
And so you reached your hand behind the shoulder rest.
And I grabbed on.
And we played footsie with our fingers.
Love,
Me.
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