I awake again, with the same stranger, capturing the night before, and the premonition that followed, on dead evergreens, that I keep under our pillows. I imagine a club, where he is my only patron, spotlight, smoke for my halo, watching me whisper The Man I Love, as he waits, with his wine, for me…

When I woke up this morning, I smiled, your presence, still present in my mind, where you’d been, last night in my dreams, and there you where again, a lone notification, that broke through the barriers of “Do Not Disturb”, because both digitally, and literally, you are my favourite.