We're Gonna Make It

I had a dream last night
that you and I were grocery shopping.
Seemed like a Whole Foods.
You were wearing workout clothes.
I pushed the cart 
and stared at your butt
 in tight Lulu Lemon leggings.
We picked out raspberries
and bananas,
weird snacks and what not.
It was nice
and normal.
Then I woke up
and texted you,
but no response.