I had a dream last night. I met the perfect guy. Inside and out. I noticed him on a train. We ate sandwiches, then took pictures. I don't remember what it was that he said, but I remember instantly feeling comfortable. We were in Mexico, on a beach. He left a kiss on my pillow. We saw a shooting star. We played with orphans. He spoke in every accent requested while ruining the novel for me. He taught the kids in my class to make paper airplanes. Putting up lights and a tree really made it seem like Christmas. My half of the tree looked better. We read. He hugged me on a day I really needed one. He wore glasses and had a smile that curled up more on one side. We were laying on his bed... on opposite sides only our legs touching. Mine crossing his and his hands on my knees. Honest conversation, and me laughing every couple of minutes. Nothing weird about this dream, nothing out of the ordinary. We played rummikub, he won. We played scrabble, I won. He came to the door wearing the shirt I told him that I loved the day before. We ate chinese and talked about spirituality. He reached out for my hand as we drove to the store. We bought the same sheets and argued about bedsreads and the education system. I would listen to his ideas and future inventions. He would listen and laugh at my crazy stories. My favorite thing about this dream is that I laughed. A lot. Then it seemed right as if he was about to tell me something, I woke up.