A love dream.

I dreamed an epic dream of love last night.  The kind of love that comes in soft silky curls of goodness. The kind of love that you can take a bath in and cleanse everything ugly that ever happened away. The kind of love that makes your insides feel thick and slow and so full of everything you are feeling that it drips out your pores and fills the air with the scent of peacefulness and contentment . This is the beginning of every true love story and the sad and beautiful part of it all is when love becomes family and houses burn down and brothers sleep on couches and everything gets all mixed up and cluttered and there is no way to get back to the very beginning because it was always meant to be exactly this way. There was just a room at first and then another and another until we built a blue house and the rooms started filling up and our lives started closing in around us and we hung sheets over the windows to keep out the light and stay warm and safe and protected and so many people came and babies were born and we tried to find our own little room and the house burned down but we still had everything and the cat and the dog and the baby were not lost and we curled up together in that warm place and tried to remember the beginning but it was so far away and we just touched each others hair and felt the softness slipping away. It was exactly everything.