Dream Journal
I picked Michael up at the airport. As we drove away from the airport I shifted my car into third gear and dropped my hand to the base of the gearshift. His hand rested on his leg, and my hand ended up on top of his.
We didn’t look at each other or acknowledge that we were toughing. We hadn’t tried to purposefully touch hands, but there my hand was on top of his. We left our hands, stiff and still, just as they were so we could be touching each other while pretending we weren’t.
I moved my thumb back and forth ever so slightly, rubbing the back of his hand. His hand was very smooth.
Themes: Michael