So, last night my dreams were all in short bits. I remember a couple of them, but the one I remember the most was like an alternate universe of what happened with Harold last night. I was in his bed and I woke up to him petting my hair. Instead of him backing off, though, he leaned in and kissed me. His kiss was very soft, but very sure. Even in the dream I was flustered. But I definitely enjoyed it.
Why do I always wonder what it would be like to kiss the people around me? That's what leads to dreams like these.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
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