Dear Wayne

Last night I had a dream. It was a beautiful dream. You were in it.

This morning, I was sitting having breakfast when the woman next to me said.

"Had some good news today?"

I must have had a puzzled look on my face after her comment because she said that I'd had a smile on my face and chuckled to myself when I was having my toast.

I can't even recall it but I must have been thinking about my dream. I'll call it our dream. I blush even now that I'm thinking of it. It was beautiful, exciting. You ask me what happened in our dream? I can't write it down. It would be strange, embarrassing. Maybe I am more of a prude than I'd like to think I am? Anyway, I will hold on to our dream and hopefully draw from it for a long time to come. If you ask nicely I might even tell you about it one day. For now, it is my little secret that makes me smile every time I think about it.