The swan That let Me touch Its neck

"There were swans on the lake behind a boathouse I've never been to. Six or seven of them. They didn't move the whole time. Just floated there like they were parked. I was on the dock with a bucket of something. Bread, maybe. I didn't throw any. I just held the bucket. One swan came over. Slowly. It didn't ask for anything. It just sat near the dock and put its head down, like it was tired. I put my hand out and it let me touch its neck. Which you're not supposed to do, I know. I sat down and we stayed like that. The others stayed out there. Somewhere a screen door banged but I didn't look. Then it was evening and the bucket was empty and I don't remember feeding them. The swan was still there. I said thank you. Out loud. To a bird. In the dream it made sense. I woke up and my hand was still kind of curved, like it was resting on something. Closed it into a fist. Opened it. Got up. Made tea. Looked out the window at nothing. No lake. That's fine."