him. he was all there, intact and snoring lightly. he was turned towards the wall with his back to me. rather loaf-like, if i had to admit it.
eventually, i tried to fall back asleep again, with the hope that i would not finish the possibly unfinished dream.
still, i wonder…if i had gone just a bit further, in the dream, what could have been.
possibly, it would have been delicious?
“interesting” is not the word. 