wooden floors.
Ive been having another week full of dreams. I love when this happens. I just wish I could remember the ones I really liked.
like the ones with that boy I like an awful lot,
the one I woke up from because I stopped breathing,
the one where I visit my friend who lives a while away,
and the one I remembered from last night when I looked at my empty breakfast dish this morning.
I wish I could remember the ones with my dad.
I think he sat at that friend's kitchen table, sitting square to me, looking down on me kneeling on the hardwood floors. all I remember was seeing his face smiling in a hazy glow and my eyes were happy to see him. whenever I do, I know my time is limited so I spit out everything I want him to know and ask him if hes doing alright. he did talk with me, but I cant hear him now. I always wonder where these dreams come from, and every ounce of me hopes that somehow theyre true.
and now that Ive laid this all out, it probably means I wont remember dreaming for a while now.
like the ones with that boy I like an awful lot,
the one I woke up from because I stopped breathing,
the one where I visit my friend who lives a while away,
and the one I remembered from last night when I looked at my empty breakfast dish this morning.
I wish I could remember the ones with my dad.
I think he sat at that friend's kitchen table, sitting square to me, looking down on me kneeling on the hardwood floors. all I remember was seeing his face smiling in a hazy glow and my eyes were happy to see him. whenever I do, I know my time is limited so I spit out everything I want him to know and ask him if hes doing alright. he did talk with me, but I cant hear him now. I always wonder where these dreams come from, and every ounce of me hopes that somehow theyre true.
and now that Ive laid this all out, it probably means I wont remember dreaming for a while now.