When your dreamboat turns out to be a footnote:

[constance]

I had the best dream last night. It was a dream about being in love, not about sex so much as that all-over-shivery overstimulated feeling, that feeling that you can't keep your voice at an even pitch, you can't stop thinking about the other person, your heart beats in your throat so you can't swallow. A touch on your arm or the small of your back sends you into transports of I can't believe this is happening to me. This was a sensual dream, again, not in a sexual sense, but in the sense that all senses were heightened and I was hyperaware of everything around me.

I am not normally a person who longs to be in love. I am wired to be more comfortable with solitude, really, and the older I get, the more at ease I am with that concept. But tonight is different. Tonight I really kind of want to chase that feeling I had when I woke up this morning, that feeling that walking through life was a waking, wonderful dream.

Tonight I wish I were in love.

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[tofty.livejournal.com]

It mostly is all it's cracked up to be. More than, I find, since solitude seems to have kind of a bad rap. But let's face it: being freshly in love is about the most fabulous thing there is. :/