I like dreamin'

I heard a song today that reminded me of the man of my dreams. Literally, the man of my dreams.

He's been haunting my bed for more years than I can remember, but I don't know who he is. Sometimes he just drops into my dreams and I demand, "Where have you been? I've missed you." and he laughs teasingly in reply, "Oh, I've been waiting for you." And I pout, "What were you doing?" and he kisses my forehead softly and whispers, "Loving you." And I melt into my pillow, deeper into sleep, deeper into dreams.

I must have seen his face a thousand times, but I don't know his name. I know how it feels when his hand caresses my cheek. I know the tilt of his head and the sorrow that goes deep in his eyes when he thinks I'm hurting. I know how he looks in blue jeans when he's walking out the door, and how his shoulders fill out the jacket of his favorite blue suit when he's holding a door for me. But I don't know his name.

Ladies, if you see him tonight, when you close your eyes and drift off to sleep, send him back to me. Because, make no mistake, he's mine.