Last night I had a dream.
I was laying somewhere, underneath a really low awning, on a pile of painful white rocks. It was raining. I was soaked. Someone was laying with me, maybe it was my boyfriend. I never saw his face.
First, we were just laying next to each other, not saying anything. But then I just turned and curled into him, and he let me.
It wasn't a beautiful dream because it felt perfect, it was a beautiful dream because it just felt right.
P.S. It's raining. |