Friday night I went to bed around 4AM. I woke up around 9ish because of a few missed phone calls. Silly rabbit, you should fuckin' know better... anyway, I call back my friend and start the day. If you've read the previous post then you know I spent most of the day house cleaning and resenting the non-supermodels who have tracked in dirt and leaf bits. Afterwards, I contemplated taking a nap. This was a big decision for me. I had plans around 7 and was worried that I might sleep through them. Against, my better judgement, I laid down for a nap.
There was a knock at the front door. I open it and see her standing there. I start to speak and she "shushes" me. Her hair is longer. It's wavy. She's wearing the black summer dress I love that hugs her every curve. She leads me to the bedroom. Mocha skin, less furry on the rump area than I remember, "Waxing", she says. We laugh. Things go down... :). We snuggle and fall asleep. At some point later, I wake up from my nap with a smile on my face. All the lights are on in the bedroom. I don't think I left them on. My, God... that's right... she's here! I jump out of bed, call her name, and search the condo... No, she isn't here. She was never there.
It was a dream. I never dream. It ruined my night. Apparently bad dreams don't have to contain bad things. Seriously, it was fuckin' traumatic. No pun intended.
