Bitter-sweet

I kept snoozing my alarm so I could continue seeing him, in my dream.
Something was wrong with him,
and he asked me to take care of him.
Of course, I did.
Grabbed a washcloth.
Ran it under cool water.
Rung it out and started caressing his face with it.
He was lying there with his blue eyes looking up at me.
Told me he was glad I was here
I smiled
He smiled
Alarm went off. Got up. Arranged for 20 more minutes.
Back to my bed. Closed my eyes. He was back.
"Just hold me" he said.
I grabbed him in my arms and held him tight.
Caressed his peach fuzz hair.
He kissed my hand.
He kissed my arm.
I smiled and felt right again.
I dreamt of Tucker last night.
I wish it wasn't dreams that were my chance to see him.
Hold him.
Touch him.
But I know one day I'll see him again.
It's just bittersweet for now.