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Last Night I Dreamed That Somebody Loved Me
Thursday, July 15, 2010  Just another false alarm... I had a dream where I met a girl, her hair was short and brown, dark brown, like her eyes. It was cut off between her shoulder and her smile. Her smile was forever present, she was forever happy and always laughing. There were no downers here. We met along the beach side, we were both walking in the suns late goodbyes. We began to talk, a little bit of this and that. We learned each others names and that was enough. I then took her back to my place, a sleeping bag upon the sands. The sun was now in it's final stages of departure. We watched it set. We lay in the bag, under a small tent roof. We had no sense of time, time itself had no meaning to us at all, nothing else mattered except that we had found each other. We held hands and we lay some more, faces completing puzzles of symmetry. We woke up with a smile, staring each other in the face. She giggled a bit and got up enthusiastically, she was happy be to spending the day with me. She told me how she wanted to do it every morning. There were no thoughts of rain or darkness, no negative in the light we were bathing in. I then awoke, immediately rolling over onto either side in the hopes of seeing her here with me. But she was just there for the night, a few seconds inside my brain where she managed to make me fall in love. The saddest thing is waking up. If I could I'd return to my dream, a dream where I was actually wanted- and never return to this life of desire. Labels: beach, dreams, girl, love, sadness |
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