I smoothed out my black silk dress and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, asking apprehensively; “Do I look alright?”
In the most endearing way, he gazed at me and replied a little breathlessly, “You look wonderful tonight.”
Then he disappeared just as I was about to reach out for his hand.
I awoke in my Garfield t-shirt and shorts- feeling just a little disappointed and silly. It’s a tad bit sad, thinking about how some of the most magically lovely memories are just figments of imagination, representing some form of desire unconsciously tucked away in drawerfuls of crap stored in my (rather mindless) mind.
I fell asleep to Michael Buble’s “You Look Wonderful Tonight”. No mystery there.
In the most endearing way, he gazed at me and replied a little breathlessly, “You look wonderful tonight.”
Then he disappeared just as I was about to reach out for his hand.
I awoke in my Garfield t-shirt and shorts- feeling just a little disappointed and silly. It’s a tad bit sad, thinking about how some of the most magically lovely memories are just figments of imagination, representing some form of desire unconsciously tucked away in drawerfuls of crap stored in my (rather mindless) mind.
I fell asleep to Michael Buble’s “You Look Wonderful Tonight”. No mystery there.
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