You. Again.

I don't know who you are, but you showed up in my dream last night.  We were outside, helping someone move or helping them make something out of furniture.  You came up behind me and put your face next to mine.

I could feel your warm skin and stubble and leaned into your face.  I put my hand on the side of your face and held it there, taking in the feel of your face on mine.

I paused my conversation with a friend.  We didn't kiss or embrace, but this was everything.

In this moment, you were home.

And then we took apart a dresser and put it back together.

I've had dreams of you before.  You are faceless, but the feeling I get when we are together is the same.