dreams. wedneday morning dreams. you are warm, and close. whispering to me. caressing me tenderly. close. wonderful dreams. the tears on my face don’t wake me, but my reply to you does. my eyes open and I am alone. It was only a dream. terrible, horrible, wonderful, dreams. I try to go back to sleep, but like all the dreams of dreams, it won’t restart. I am awake. I try to feel sad, wiping my eyes, and laying there on the warm sheets in sighs and mutterings. It’s no use. I get up and throw back the curtains. Light pours into the room. I press play on my ipod and the room fills with a song I haven’t even thought of in a long time. So there, before God and the ghosts, I get down to a dirvish’s beat and just dance away the morning with the spirit of you.
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The dance floor opened up early here today, too. It’s good to feel alive again.
ahhhhhhh how wonderful.
it’s all so dreamy
I’ve got a new exhaust (the pickup is great!) and headlight lamp, I’ve spent hours hanging out at the scooter shop learning about all sorts of things and talking to all kinds of people and now a wonderful mid-afternoon dance break. Thank you Sunshine! My grey skies have turned blue today!
oh yeah, baby! Let the holiday begin! :)