I had a dream last night, where I was getting to know someone I’d just met, and Covid was somehow fixed.
We’d been chatting for a couple of hours or so, getting to know each other and our thoughts on life, etc. All very amiable conversation.
Then we both got up to hug and say goodbye. But as soon as we hugged, our energies meshed. Our bodies aligned and desperately pressed against each other, neither of us wanted the hug to end, both of us needed the other as close as imaginable and for as long as possible. Our hands explored each other’s backs, our lips kissed passionately, our legs sought entanglement.
We both cancelled our subsequent plans and instead stayed connected in an embrace for the next few hours, speaking occasionally but largely just feeling present in the long moments between words, and the innate joy of that physical connection with someone matched.
It was so wonderful.
I really miss that feeling.