A Dream of Two Days and Two Nights

I had a dream.

I dreamed that I met this girl. We got along very well. We hit it off
great.

I could tell you the places we went, the things we did, the food we
ate, but I won't. The dream isn't about what we did or where we went.
It's about someone who walked into my life briefly and now seems to be
waltzing out.

I remember some fragments of the dream better than others.

She peeled my glasses off my face, laughing, while she wiped the
lenses clean. She was peeling the crab meat out of the shell. That
was my birthday present from her. She was scratching the back of my
neck gently while I was driving. She was sitting at the edge of the
window, looking out over the San Francisco skyline. She gave me a
kiss for taking nice photos.

And I remember giving her a last hug before she went back to her
hotel, before she leaves, before I wake up from my dream.

I had a dream, and it was great.