Jun 25, 2006 23:01
When I had finally awaken from my deep sleep, the only moisture that seemed to be present was my drool that I casually wiped off my face. At the time it seemed important...I guess, keeping up appearances that is.
It was strange, it was the first time in months in which I had actually remembered my dream. It was a pleasant one, too. I had trouble fathoming it because I am currently in a life and situation and in stressful circumstances one does not usually relax enough to dream, or so I'm told.
I rotated onto my back because my stomach began to ache from the pressure. There I was, sitting and with nothing better to do I searched my thoughts. I had thoughts of confusion...whether I was going to live or die. Then I had thoughts about the past and how the past was doing without me. I wondered what my family was doing, but by "family" I mean my future wife after all I was to young to have actually started a family.
She was probably just waking up in our I mean "her" apartment I just was living there for a while because housing in L.A. is exspensive. I hoped she was feeling alright I hope I hadn't disturbed her too thoroughly. It seemed as if that was what I was good for...confusing people. I was sure she was doing fine I just felt bad leaving her that way.