A Visitation from Dad

Last night in my dreams I found myself inside a house where all the walls and ceilings were wood paneling. It was reminiscent of the walls of the family room from my childhood, but it was as if even this whole dream house was built with it. There was someone else in the house with me. I wasn't scared, I was curious to find out who was hiding from me. I would almost catch him, but he would cleverly allude me, until I finally caught him in his hiding spot behind the door. It made sense it was my father. He has always liked to tease me.
It has been a long time since he has visited. It is nice to know he will still drop by, for sometimes I fear I'll never see him again. We cuddled, like olden days of watching TV together. He soothed my inner turmoil with his presence; it was calming. He patted my back reassuringly and we slipped away from each other as I awoke.
I didn't want to get out of bed. I wanted to will myself back in to the dream, but I knew even if I went back to dreamland he would already be gone. With no words he had told me his peace. He let me know I was okay, and that all would be okay.