Angsty Penguin

There's a dream: We met on the platform on a cold afternoon where you took me down to your lake. We slept in your bed that night and in the morning you dried my hair so I wouldn't catch a cold. You fed me and clothed me like a Tunisian refugee, and the world all went out except for you. Then we were staring
at each other across the airport rope, and now I'm awake and I can't stop breathing