I wasn't in my own bed last night... Instead, I was on a small matress where my feet have to curl up with me. It was ok, and I slept fast as it was late. But my dream, was so vivid. And short. Only one part of it I can remember...
I sat myself down, next to someone tall, blonde, and handsome... (Even my mum says this) He was sat with me, and knew it was me. I snuggled up to his side. He was cold. Distant. Not himself. But then, out of the blue, his hand moved into mine, and we became one, once again. It was like nothing had changed. He moved his head slowly and carefully, and brushed his lips against mine, his hand was firmly in my hand.
And then I go and bloody wake up.. haha. Not great. I looked at my hand all upset, still having the sensation of having someone holding. It felt like he still was. It was marked, a strange peculiar thunder line on the one palm. It was warm, my hand.
Now it's cold... He doesn't know what's going on inside my little head, it's as if a small bird has jumbled up all my words and papers, ruining my business-like office... He's a 'tard for doing this. Mind you, he didn't actually mean to do anything... it's the circumstances I guess... Rawr.
Shmeh, some people are paying nice attention to me. I need someone new to talk to :)
Eeeeek, Marnie didn't realise I wasn't allowed msn, but asked me, infront of my suspicious and vengous brother, if i still had msn... ARRRRRGH. Now he's on my case, and will be for a few more weeks... Damn this bad luck.. O.o Mum's already angry with the facebook problems!
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