just like you

I remember the dream where everything was perfect and real. Too often dreams are either too real or too perfect, but this was wholly perfect and wholly real. Just like you. It’s just like you to show up in my dreams like you are in real life, with your emotions 10 feet tall and your embrace like warm bathwater. And it’s true that you wouldn’t have shaved your face, so in real life I would have felt that sacred rough brush and seen every little hair reaching out towards me, just like in the dream. Maybe you wouldn’t have written a note, and you wouldn’t have been so suddenly eager, because if that were real, right now, I’d be in awe of your 10 foot tall emotions and floating in your bathwater embrace, and I would be flicking your stubble with my nose and softly crying, and I would be reading the note you wrote and my heart would be racing because I would already know the answer to every single question on it. But otherwise, it's just like you.