I had another dream last night. I can still remember it so vividly. Peter's hands on me, on parts of my body no one's ever touched before by me and mine on his. It was intense, like we both were hungry and hadn't eaten for days and could never feel full. I woke up breathless again.

Sometimes when I see Peter in the hall or while I'm working I can't help but remember dreams like this and then it's hard to concentrate on anything else for a while.

I wonder if he feels the same way.