Acceptance
Dream:
Sean was a wiry young man of 22 years. He was a new friend.
He pulled his shirt over his chest and stood there facing me. “I want you to draw me,” he said.
Goosebumps spread on my arms. I then realized that I was standing there without a shirt as well.
Worried that there were self-inflicted cuts on my skin, I glanced down. There were none.
I felt accepted.