It's 7:00 in the morning...
and I had a very strange dream last night. Good, I guess. But strange. It involved the boy whose name I will not speak. We were at some function as a group of people, I don't know what or who else was there, but I ended up cornering him afterwards and we were like driving home but he didn't have a car or something and I did(why I didn't just drive him home is beyond me,it's all very fuzzy). Anyway, I thought he shouldn't walk home alone late at night so I invited him to stay the night at my house with me. In my bed. Yeah.
The best part is I dreamed about the next morning. We had breakfast and watched TV then he went home and somehow my Dad was there, which was awkward seeing as how I haven't seen or spoken with him in over a year, and then my sister was home and somehow she found out he'd spent the night and I was really embarrassed but did not seem to care at the same time, because hey, he spent the night in my bed.
I have a twisted brain.
The best part is I dreamed about the next morning. We had breakfast and watched TV then he went home and somehow my Dad was there, which was awkward seeing as how I haven't seen or spoken with him in over a year, and then my sister was home and somehow she found out he'd spent the night and I was really embarrassed but did not seem to care at the same time, because hey, he spent the night in my bed.
I have a twisted brain.