I dreamt that I was in love. In this dream people came up to me and said "I wish I was so in love like you are, I hope someday to love someone as much as you love him" and my chest filled with warmth and I nodded and said "yes, it is a beautiful love, isn't it?" And I was so much in love, my head felt bubbly and pink, like a sweet champagne that you once tried in a small wedding, where the groom was a cook and the bride liked to cross stitch. I walked through a room covered in dim yellow light that talked home, and the people there knew I was in love, they were happy and hopeful, they were waiting for this kind of love too, they knew it would come. The door at the end was blue, like a northern sea, and every step I took towards it I realized that I didn't know who was the owner of my affection. "Perhaps it's June?" I asked myself, "not likely" I replied within me, "maybe March, or November?" But all these men were just men, not love. By the time I reached the door the room turned to stone, literally, everyone was gray and cemented, with dead and cold eyes forever looking into one place. The sunny bulb was now a cloudy glass that screamed "you can't love because you can not be loved". I opened the door and woke up.
