Last night, or should I say early morning, I finally fell asleep. Somewhat soon into my slumber, I had a dream. It was a dream of sleeping and I was not alone. Do not think I am going to detail a dream of sexual conquest, this dream was nothing at all like that. I was doing nothing more than holding someone. The warmth of two bodies next to each other was the most excitement that this dream could muster. I was at peace. I had finally found what I was looking for. I awoke with my arms wrapped around a pillow. I was covered in sweat. At first I didn't now if I was awake or dreaming, but then felt the pillow. Overcome by sadness, I stripped off the covers. I lay there for a second, taking in the fact it was a dream. My phone lay next to me, no message, nothing. As I staggered into the bathroom, I remembered. I hadn't even said goodnight. I collapsed back into bed. Slightly in disarray. I thought for a second, and then, I tossed that pillow away. I didn't want to be tricked again.
Most people I know do not care about knowing the truth or facts, they only care about being the one who passes along information. I wonder if I could privately ask people why they use social media (honestly), what their reason would be. I don't think people without a sense of humor, realize how much fun the world can be. Even during the hard times. So many of us spend time thinking of mistakes and regrets, but if we really think about it, we've probably dodged more bullets than missed boats. You know when you sit by yourself reading, sipping some coffee or tea and you don't think about anything, but what you're doing? That!
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