I dreamt of him in my dreams. We were at a party of some sort and I had just drank my last bottle of beer that made me feel a little woozy. (Mind you all, I do not drink. Leaves a disgusting and unpleasant taste in my mouth.) So yes, I was not sober and I saw him, talking with a couple of his friends like he would when we were in school. His back always turned to me like I wasn't there. I wasn't thinking straight so I placed my beer down on a table and took his arm. His face turned to me and I saw him smile. I smiled back at him and whispered something in his ear. I don't remember what it was that I said but it made him excuse himself from his group of friends as I led him upstairs to the attic. I wasn't thinking straight of course because right after I closed the door I immediately reached up to kiss him. He didn't push me away and he didn't pull me closer either. I opened my eyes to see him stunned at my sudden approach. He was surprised and confused while I was drunk and horny. But all the while, I had a song in my head that repeated itself over and over again.