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i'll find sleep in the end tonight.
i had this dream that took place about a decade from now. i'm dressed in a nice tuxedo and i'm not sure why. i look around and everyone is smiling at me and clapping. i must have been visibly confused because a man in his early sixties cups his hand over my ear and says, "your new book just came out. this is the release party." i just smile and nod at these people who i do not know.
most of the dream is me walking around, visibly unnoticed, everyone crowding around the free finger foods and champagne flutes. talking amongst themselves. i sit on a window ledge, and loosen my bowtie. simply surveying the room's contents: some men, some women. some dressed to the teeth, some simply wearing jeans and t-shirts.
then she walks in. she's wearing a black dress, and her hair is down. she sparkles under all the lights from the ceiling and from the lights outside the windows. a waiter walks over to her, and hands her a glass of wine. she takes a sip and looks around. i'm not prideful enough to think she's there for me. even in my dreams, i'm self-deprecating.
she disappears and i'm left on the ledge drinking glass after glass of all-too-expensive wine. people i haven't seen in years come into the room, like ants to a piece of candy on a hot sidewalk. they drop by my fortress of empty bottles and glasses to say "congratulations" and "we're so happy for you" and other various faked pleasantries.
i see her again, this time reading one of the complimentary copies of the book i wrote, sometimes smiling, sometimes with a look of hurt on her face. i walk over to her and say "hello." she looks up, rather startled to see me there. she smiles at me, and even in my dreams i get nervous.
i grab a bottle of wine and straight out of the movies say to her, "you wanna get out of here?" she smiles and takes me by the hand. we're walking down the hallway to the elevator, arm in arm. i press the down button and turn to kiss her, and she's already leaning up waiting for it.
then i wake up.
i had this dream that took place about a decade from now. i'm dressed in a nice tuxedo and i'm not sure why. i look around and everyone is smiling at me and clapping. i must have been visibly confused because a man in his early sixties cups his hand over my ear and says, "your new book just came out. this is the release party." i just smile and nod at these people who i do not know.
most of the dream is me walking around, visibly unnoticed, everyone crowding around the free finger foods and champagne flutes. talking amongst themselves. i sit on a window ledge, and loosen my bowtie. simply surveying the room's contents: some men, some women. some dressed to the teeth, some simply wearing jeans and t-shirts.
then she walks in. she's wearing a black dress, and her hair is down. she sparkles under all the lights from the ceiling and from the lights outside the windows. a waiter walks over to her, and hands her a glass of wine. she takes a sip and looks around. i'm not prideful enough to think she's there for me. even in my dreams, i'm self-deprecating.
she disappears and i'm left on the ledge drinking glass after glass of all-too-expensive wine. people i haven't seen in years come into the room, like ants to a piece of candy on a hot sidewalk. they drop by my fortress of empty bottles and glasses to say "congratulations" and "we're so happy for you" and other various faked pleasantries.
i see her again, this time reading one of the complimentary copies of the book i wrote, sometimes smiling, sometimes with a look of hurt on her face. i walk over to her and say "hello." she looks up, rather startled to see me there. she smiles at me, and even in my dreams i get nervous.
i grab a bottle of wine and straight out of the movies say to her, "you wanna get out of here?" she smiles and takes me by the hand. we're walking down the hallway to the elevator, arm in arm. i press the down button and turn to kiss her, and she's already leaning up waiting for it.
then i wake up.