that song wasn't about you.

Last night I dreamt that I made us a meal and you came in and snuck up behind me to put your hands right above my hip bones on either side and then you took down my hair and scooped it all in one hand, twisted it round once or twice to tuck it over one shoulder and kiss my neck. You rested your chin above my collar bone and spoke softly. All I did was grin from ear to ear.