I dream often of the wrong men. I used to think that fate was handing me a sign, but now I've realized they're only telling the secrets of my unknown desires. It's nice to be wrapped up in someone's arms in a dream. It's nice to feel a sort of reality that you won't have the chance to experience beyond the realm of sleep. I hold onto it. I liked the way he put his arm around my shoulder. I liked the way he sat next to me on the couch. I liked the way there was kissing foretold in the air. And I like the way I awoke before that foretelling came true. Sometimes it's nice to live a different life for while- even if only in my dreams.
