I had a dream about you last night.
We sat side by side at a meeting, so formal and forced, dealing with serious issues like global warming and shortage of chocolate.
And you held my hand. And it was frowned upon, said to be counter-productive, distracting, unprofessional. And you shook your head with this silly smile, and said, "I can't not, I'm sorry."
And I squeezed your hand firmly in place
and for a moment in a distant dream
we were very very happy.
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