A warm, comfortable, natural thing

One night whilst I was sleeping, far away, infinite in dreaming, a
warm, comfortable, natural thing tiptoed gently into my thoughts and
captured me. Coming to me in the form of a woman who was the very
likeness of you.

And in this vision?

You came and sat down, side on upon my knee and faced me, linked your
hands behind me and held me, and I did the same with my arms around
you.

Ever so gently smiling, you looked deeply into my eyes and I, in turn,
looked deeply into you. And within this infinitesimal, this tiny moment
there was no fear; no concern or heightened tension? for this was a
warm, comfortable, natural thing.

Nothing was said but everything that needed to be?was understood in the
affectionate bond between our smiling contented eyes.

I was your boy and you were my girl, this was the message our eyes
conveyed?you knew the absolute all of me and I indeed knew all of you,
nothing could be hidden, no secrets concealed and all we ever had or
would have was to be revealed.

And this was the first time I accepted, believed that there was such a
thing?a warm, comfortable, natural, thing.

But before?

Even though I had heard of I scorned at the myth of a warm,
comfortable, natural thing. Yes the rumours did persist but I in turn
was too stubborn, i had to insist that warm, comfortable, natural
things did not, could not exist?still though for some reason my
defences were ready, prepared for something to resist.

Tonight for a moment I wondered why?

For with this warm, comfortable, natural thing, it is I found in the
dream made up of many other different kinds of things, like...

A sleeping head lying in the deft between a neck and shoulder
A truly honest overjoyed laugh turning into a cheeky endearing
giggle.
Two running like mad young things in a deluge of torrential rain.
A soft lullaby sung to a first-born.
A turn of a head and then a concerned smiling glance as she walks
away.
A photograph of a particular someone, radiantly happy by a tranquil
blue lake.
Familiar scents of perfumes drifting across an empty room.
The thought that two could be inseparable.

This warm, comfortable, natural thing suddenly becomes such a
wonderful, soft and lovely thing, and for a while it sweeps away all of
our negative demons, hatred, jealousy, disdain, and greed.

Ah! But I had forgotten this was just a dream?

It was suddenly then I awoke in heavy darkness to my neighbours arguing
and screaming? and it seems that not everyone gets the chance to have a
warm, comfortable, natural thing.

As I lay listening, thinking? Did they ever believe, were they still
looking, were they still dreaming, could they even know that such a
thing could exist?

So?

Perhaps better for them not to know that it does, for in truth even
though it does exist, there is not nearly enough to go around for
everyone, so better for them not to seek it, believe it or dream
it.

I had remembered my reason for resisting?

And one night whilst I was sleeping, far away, infinite in dreaming, a
warm, comfortable, natural thing tiptoed gently into my thoughts and
captured me. Coming to me in the form of a woman who was the very
likeness of you.

And when I awoke? there were people arguing and screaming, and you were
not if indeed you ever were? there.