Dreams of a sober sour

I had a dream with you last night, Sourgirl. We talked, you were pregnant, you sat on my lap, and shared warmth once again. Your hair smells so good, and your lips still as tender as always. You didn't drink anything, didn't even smoke. It was like meeting a completely different person. I wish life would have been like that, just you and me, and a bun in your oven.