I have a dream I never told you. A dream in which I wake up next to you, day, after a day, after a day. A dream in which this little act of waking up sets the tone to my whole day, be it a rush-full city day, or a slow moving vacay day. A dream in which the feel of your warm body, and a sight of your beatiful face, makes even the darkest mornings as bright as breezy summery day. ... There is just so little I need. You, next to me.