I woke to my phone alarm late afternoon and thought about events that filled my yesterday. Still tossing in bed, I let out a half-sigh half-yawn, this involuntary sound that led me to another hour of sleep. In my dream on that hatless Saturday I wore grandiloquent clothing. I ate seafood and Hawaiian pizzas, KFC and shared a chocolate cake. I rode the cable car, took pictures at a scenic jewel box and strode to Faber point. I carved out a hazy white heart using sticks of chalk, wrote 3 words and 2 numbers. I scattered powder and pressed on cigarette lighters so many times my thumb hurt. The light allowed me to see you better and I gaze into it and realize that if all the faces in the world had half of your kindness half of your sweetness then happy i would be. That wasnt a dream.