I dreampt about you last night.

Maybe it was that old feeling of scorching disappointment in someone I held close to my heart.

Maybe it was the familiar feeling of being on the phone with someone whom you have nothing to say.

Maybe it was the sound of someone else's regrets about what they did with their clothes off.

...or not. I wouldn't know, I wasn't there. I almost was, but "best friends" have a sort of sixth sense.