octobre 04, 2004
dreamscape.
the ghosts come out when you're sleeping;
mine do, anyway. last night was a cavalcade of old loves and old enemies, one hopelessly detached and driving home the point that what happened really was all for the best, the other devious and scheming, trying to sink her little newly-mormon claws into my man (well, not that newly--but it happened after i knew her, so i consider it new)...of course dom was still there in the morning, and there was no one else in our bed. but i was still exhausted, and short of crawling into his skin it didn't seem possible to get close enough to dom to reassure myself.
sometimes i miss the days when i didn't dream.
Posted by shivery at octobre 4, 2004 12:11 PMComments