Apres un reve

Last night I dreamt we had a blazing argument. This was odd mainly because we've never rowed. I dreamt I was lying in bed and waiting for you to join me. I wasn't wearing anything. You wanted to wear my pyjamas because you felt uncomfortable sharing a bed with me in a state of undress. I didn't want you to wear them because they needed to be washed, but I didn't want to tell you this. Besides, it wasn't as though you'd never seen me disrobed. It was hardly my fault that you'd decided to end things yet still wished to share a bed with me. We argued. And I woke up feeling strange and alone, thinking how I'd rather have you there arguing with me than somewhere else forgetting me.