She came to me in a dream.
By which I mean, she woke me to say goodbye before she went to work.
She scratched my chest and head and I moaned happily in response, and then off she went.
When she got back home for lunch I was still asleep, so she kissed me on the forehead and scratched my chest again, to wake me…
I’d dreamed of her while she was gone.
Scratching my chest and my head, telling me she loved me.
I’d thought she’d been doing it nonstop for hours.
It was basically the best thing ever…