Kissed
...her eyes close fleetingly, I feel her lips pressed into the left corner of my mouth, and now they're gone but the warmth lingers on...
And then I'm on top of this parking garage, and there's all this snow all around. I'm not cold. It's really early, and the sun is just hitting me.
Dreams
Airport? Must have been, although it was bright and white and a little antiseptic; not quite a hospital, more like a mall. But I was following a woman, trying to keep up, and rolling this monstrous piece of luggage over those fun little escalators that just go sideways, along the floor. In a good mood, was humming Frank Sinatra's "Fly Me to the Moon" and we're at this woman's SUV, and suddenly there's Wendy nearby, she's got luggage of her own, and I'm really glad to see her, and start singing out loud: "In other words, hold my hand...In other words, baby kiss me..." and with no hesitation whatsoever she does, and it's quick and soft and over before I realize it.