Tuesday, February 5, 2013

I dreamed of you last night, you know.
When I woke up, I was sweating.
I wonder if that flatters you.
I saw you, in the dream, but I don't think you noticed me.
You were paying attention to the rest of the people there.
There was a whole crowd.
A crowd of people more interesting and fascinating and whatever else than me.
Better choices than me.
I stared at you.
I hoped and prayed.
And then you turned your head.
An almost inperceptible turn, so slight.
And you saw me.
You saw me for everything that I am, and could be, and want to be.
Would ever want to be.
And then in an instant you were upon me, ripping through all the layers.
Do you like me Freddy Kreuger?
Yes No
Circle One

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