I looked into her eyes, and then deeper. I can't quite tell if she wanted my limbs, my skin, my hair or my lips. Then I moved. Then she moved. Then we became lovers. We talked. We walked. We didn't know what to tell our friends. We did things I never dared. We did them like all lovers do. We hid that we were lovers. We were just lovers.
We were just lovers.
And it was all in one dream.