I dreamed about you. You were around my apartment, coming back from the bar or a party or something. You walked in and shut and locked the door behind you. You walked over to where I slept, took off your pants and shirt, and crawled into bed with me, wrapping your arms around me.
In the middle of the night I rolled over and threw my arm out, my mind still expecting to find you. Of course you weren't there.
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I think maybe I've been reading too much Murakami, heh.
yeesh. sounds like some shit from my brainz
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