Memory, or augury?

I remember a girl with impish eyes, and a melting smile.  I recall her playful dialog as she pressed against me, molding to every inch of me.  The tremor that went down her body as she lay on my back, whispering in my ear.  The sudden pressure shift as she stood up and joined a group of others out in the yard.  I rose to follow her, but lost her in the crowd.

I woke up sometime around then.  If I close my eyes I can still see her face, and feel her warmth.

It was a good dream.