Dream # 4

   Laying on a quilt, initially only large enough for a single person, soon it began to expand; square by square, inch by inch. Eventually this quilt grew to be the size of the living room it was floating in. All four corners of the quilt reached the four corners of the room. I lay in one square, the hundreds of other squares of quilt designated for one person each, though not anyone in particular. It seemed like the most beautiful math equation possible, or perhaps the only beautiful one. Only one other person appeared on the quilt, she lay right next to me in the neighboring square. The lack of distance fueled the eruption of playful talking. Side by side, the closeness wouldn't allow for anything other than romance to ensue. Our talking soon turned to affectionate playing, and then to kissing, a lustful progression. Never could we get close enough; trying to make two bodies one.  We laid together and no-one or anything else appeared on this floating mass of quilted red-and-white cotton fibers and designs; not a thing mattered. Suddenly sensing the presence of other individuals nearing; the one near to me, the person I was attempting to mesh myself into like two mashed potatoes, evaporated into the atmosphere. The shroud of fog that our romance was; a pool of humidity in a sea of cold air, ascended back into the clouds as daylight pried my weary eyes back open.