Not Yet

'I don't know what I dreamt last night, but I'm pretty sure I dreamt about you.' the note had said. He didn't know why she didn't just come right out and say that she liked him. It was obvious, but she was waiting for him to take the first step. He'd found the note on her nightstand with some other scattered thoughts on post it notes that she had written down after waking up in the early morning. She had everything to win and nothing to lose by telling him how she felt, so he wondered why he always had to make the first move. She was probably scared of moving too fast. He couldn't help himself but look through a couple more post it notes. Some were weird dreams about dogs but many were about loss. He wished he could be there in the mornings to hear the broken pieces of her dreams that she could remember. But she wouldn't let him. Not yet.