I dreamed I kissed a transgender woman.

Her name was nice, her kisses were sweet and she told me her pronounce.

It was in a bar or club of sorts, but build like a library, books and sofas but air filled with whiskey and cognac.

We had talked for hours when I joined the dream and liked each other, with some familiarity.

Then sat down, enjoy our drinks, our eyes, lips.

I felt waking up, so I got up to leave. Told her I’d be right back.

And surely I was in that other reality, after my visit in sweet dream.