Hi,
Waking up from a dream so vivid you're lost between worlds for a few minutes. Why now dream about you?
You smiled at me and you told me things I didn't really wanted to hear; how he cried out when he came and how he held you when you were sleeping...
I'm sure you're not the woman I remember. I have pages written about how much I've hated you during those days. But all that has been forgotten, replaced by an image that cannot be fullfilled by any woman alive.
Stupid dream. I hadn't even thought about you in weeks and you have the nerve to drop in unannounced?
Next time bring wine.
With love,
Daan.