Friday, July 25, 2008

a nice dream

I dreamed that we were married and living in a condominium complex in my hometown. I worked at Starbucks and she worked at a grocery store. We had every night together. And we had a grill and cooked grilled chicken and rice with steamed vegetables and water chestnuts. We had a dog, a pug, and he ran really low to the floor and scuffled around. And we would lie in each other’s arms at night and hear the rain tapping on the window and the gentle roll of thunder.

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