In my wildest dreams

It had been a long time since I’d had one of those dreams.

They were a fairly common occurrence when I was younger and went without for more than a couple of days, but I’m much older now and, really, it had only been a little over a week.

Maybe it was because I was away from home and it’s springtime, that magical season when I’m always thinking about it, fantasizing.

Whatever the reason, now I was dreaming about it. And not about the last time, either. Not that that hadn’t been good, but it was different, brief, a little cool yet. Something was stirring inside me, brought on perha...