Purposeful dreaming

I made myself dream of you last night.

Does that make me a bad girl?

I wasn’t sleepy.

I lied down, closed my eyes, turned off all the lights and sounds.

I pictured you and me together, talking, smiling.

We held hands.

We laughed.

I know I was sleeping next to someone else.

Yet, I felt pure, my love for you is pure, honest, innocent.

Like fresh rain, like clouds, like a little animal’s love.

Now, tell me, can fresh rain ever be bad?