Siesta Time

March 10, 1983: During our siesta this early afternoon, i had a great dream. >Padre Luis and I were alone together in his small parish office. I asked him to look up something in his ledger (of course, it was just an excuse) and, on an impulse, I touched his soft brown hair. He wasn´t wearing his white clerical collar and that made me feel bold enough to do it. He turned to look at me and his eyes were full of love. He touched my face and then he kissed me. I felt his passion and I kissed him back.