Fun and giggles

I had a short, but memorable dream yesterday, in which I was cuddling with a young boy (not one who bore any resemblance to anyone I know in the 'real world', even by sight). There was a slight sexual frisson, but it wasn't really an 'erotic' dream in a direct sense, the predominant feeling being of fun and happiness, the boy giggling, and me responding in kind. Reflecting on the dream in my waking thoughts made it obvious that one of the things that is conspicuously absent from my life is almost any element of 'fun' - K and I have some jocular exchanges at times, but they're very much the exception, not least because, given our increasingly divergent life paths, I really don't see that much of her on a day to day basis. I guess I've always tended towards being a serious sort of person, even when I was a boy myself, but to maintain that mindset too relentlessly isn't, I think, entirely healthy. Someone to release my pent-up giggles might be distinctly therapeutic.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B