"Dreams are the best liars, they always know exactly what you want."
"What makes you say that?" he asks, not looking up from the glow of his phone.
"Last night, I had a dream, and it was raining, storming, with lightning flashing through the sky and thunder booming so hard it shook the floor. I was in a store, one kind of like Walmart, and there were no windows or doors. And if I had thought about it, I would have realized that it was a dream."
"What do you mean?" he says, with the click of his iPhone.
"Well, if there were no windows, I wouldn't have seen the lightning, right?"
"I suppose not," he said.
"But then, I remember I was going through the books and a spider crawled out of the shelf. And I was so scared, it felt so real. You see, dreams know exactly what makes you tick, and they plant that in there so that you believe them," she said standing up from her chair.
"Do you ever think you are just over-analyzing things Mary?"
She shook her head. "Will you hug me?"
He looks up at her and squints his eyes, "what?"
"You heard me. For once, put the phone away and hug me." she said, reaching out to touch his shoulder.
"You don't want me to hug you," he said, stepping back and stuffing his phone back in his pocket.
"It's just like you said, dreams are the best liars. And if you touched me, you might realize that lightning can't exist indoors."
She dropped her arm down at her side. "Of course."