Being home

I even dreamed...

There were hugs...

Skin to skin....

A deep and intense relaxing sensation of tranquility...

Not something I would image or make up,

But really something I could feel,

Something I FELT.

It seemed so "true" that

I woke up asking myself if that had really happened

Or if I was going crazy, out of my senses...

Then I just realized that was nothing of that,

It was almost touchable and reachable

That I can still clearly remember the sensation:

Outstanding and likely indescribable...

Never really felt something like that,

Never dreamed such a thing before,

With the sensations like that...up close...

On the edges of my fingertips....

Running away from any already made idea

of what a dream is: a context that allows you

to make up a suitable feeling for that scene

based on what's happening...

usually it's like that.

I didn't dream,

I just felt.

It was the sensation that took me to a dream...

That real sensation...

Sensations speak for themselves, I won't be able to explain...

But maybe I'll be able to certify myself of what I felt last night...
...it felt like getting home and being home, that's all I can say.

MCM