I dreamed.

That a thousand finger tips were touching my skin. It wasn't sexual at all. Or unpleasant. Just a lot of touching.

I speculated as to why:

Did they need me? Love me? Were they healing me? Forgiving me?

Should I be grateful? Annoyed?

I decided instead to just go to sleep.

In my dream, I went to sleep while a thousand finger tips were touching my skin, and once I was asleep inside my sleep.

Nothing.