Dream:
He was married when I saw him last, but in the dream somehow we were together.
The room was on an upper floor with a window that looked out over the rooftops. The bed, massive and old, was pushed alongside the window. My room, my bed. But we'd agreed to meet there.
I bought a kimono for the occasion. Pink. Not usually my color. A muted pattern. I was trying it out to see how I'd look, tags dangling from the sleeves, when he entered. He'd ribbon-tied a paper plate to his chest, and longer ribbons streamed from his neck, but it was the pointy party hat cod-piece that I couldn't take my eyes off of.
This guy could be a lot of fun, I thought. Then I woke up.
2 comments:
Sounds sort of lovely. Was it?
That's awesomely wack-a-doodle. I have no idea if it was horrifying or not -- how did you wake up?
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