Last night we missed. You collapsed at the end of the evening after close to no sleep the night before. I missed you terribly, as we were two ships passing, barely seeing each other in person yesterday.
Hers:Our bedtimes didn't line up again last night and we missed out. I know we'll get there tonight. I was so tired I could hardly see straight when I fell into bed and you were working late and not even home yet.
I had a dream of taking a shower with you. It was only a vague small part of a long otherwise boring dream but we were just hugging, naked, and when I woke up I felt that fleeting detail stick-- the way your body felt on mine.