15 Hours Later
I should’ve written this post this morning, but work got in the way. Can I remember much about the dream? It had S in it, and it was delicious.
(Wait. It’s slipping away!)
I end up sleeping with her. Chaste. Curled up together. Spooning. Maybe.
I get up. She stays in bed. The Bob tries to horn in on my action. She is not amused.
She gets up. “Do these pajama tops have pajama bottoms?” Yes. Grab them from the dresser drawer. We’ve got bush.
The brother and the kids are down in the living room. It’s 4 AM. That girl is amazing. I know, bro. I know.
Take a shower. Get taunted by people who think the girl should be with them, but she’s with me. So I strut. Why is the shower in a glass room?
End up taking my luggage out of my hotel room. Walk up two flights to the 13th floor.
That girl is amazing.
Yes she was.
