Last night I dreamt that we were together, and everywhere we went we perfectly comfortable because we were together, because we fit like resting spoons. We went to prison and we were so snuggley safe on the concrete because you had a big sweater, with holes in the elbows, and it kept us both warm. We floated through the ocean on a bunch of reeds and we were so happy to be moving somewhere we couldn’t control. We rode a roller coaster that traveled at great terrifying speeds while we kissed very slowly and softly.

I’ve seen you in the dream world more often then the real one.

I don’t know why, you are in them more than anyone else. Maybe because it is the only way I can see you now. And even when it is a bad dream – it is always nice to see you.


~ by warpaintandwandering on September 22, 2014.

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