__: What do you want? 

__: You know, sometimes I lay in bed at night and tell myself I would like to watch the sunrise. The hypnogogic state I find myself in would visualize a light golden sun arising behind the mountains I have grown up only ever seeing it hidden behind. And I imagine myself holding hands with, or just holding, and embracing the warmth of a woman I am in so much love with. An indelible sensation of mysterious relations. Her hair, her breasts, her nose, her eyes, all features of ‘these’ women, as I’ve fantasized many nights, remaining intangible. Until the day when she lay beside me, and I can visualize with her hand in mine, the sunrise in its warmth... 

...Though for now, it remains a fantasy...