I dreamt that my beloved and I were lying in bed next to each other. She was to my right, as ever. We were lying on our backs and facing the ceiling. I was talking and she was listening. I do not remember what it was that I was telling her, but my voice was low. I was talking slowly, as well. As I went on, my right hand rested on her bushy crotch. I caressed and massaged it gently, ever so gently. My middle finger and the one between it and the small finger would dip between her thighs from time to time. They would also dip between the lips of her vagina. Ever more often, they would touch her clitoris. Slowly, my beloved got wet, and the two fingers dipped into her with ever greater ease. As I talked, I would smear her luscious juices between the lips of her vagina. She got ever more wet as I went on. I talked and she listened. Gently, I would smear her juices over her clitoris, which got ever plumper between my fingers. By and by, it got quite hard. And then I woke up. I, too, was aroused. When I checked the time, it was a whole hour before the time I had set up on my alarm clock in time for my walk down the Motovun hill and across the Mirna to Livade, where I would catch the bus to Zagreb. My beloved and I will be reunited later today, whence my dream. Realizing that I could not fall asleep again, I rejoiced at the time I had to write up my dream. An entire hour! But I knew I would write slowly, ever so slowly. And ever so gently.