You were there again last night. One moment I was in a theater carrying my luggage, I got some sort of phone call and I gathered my things to exit, and then suddenly I was with you again. I remember the touch of your legs on my cheeks. The feeling of your hand stroking my neck and back. Your intoxicating aroma of obsession. And the exhuberance of having you within my reach again. There was a knock at the door, you whispered five words in my ear. I refused to turn my head or give into any distraction. The blanket descended upon us. Suddenly, I was back in the theater. I woke up feeling incredibly lucky to see your smile again, even if it was just the best my mind could do it justice.