So my dream started in school...
I got a text from him saying he was coming over.
I rushed home.
When I got there there was a cop car.
I hid in one of the cars in front of my house till he got there and the cop car left,
When the cop was gone and he was with me, we went up to the house.
Now it was my house but not the one I live in now, it was my first house.
Anyway, we walked in and as we were heading to my room, my mom yelled, "You know your father doesn't like him."
We all knew neither of my parents liked him.
But I didn't care I didn't stop bringing him home.
Anyway, when we got into my room, I was sitting on the bed,
I said to him, "there's not much room but we can make it work."
I was talking about the bed.
He leaned over kissed me and said, "don't we always make it work." And winked.
Then three little girls ran in and wanted us to watch what they wanted.
We changed the channel, he kissed me again, and we went down stairs.
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Then I woke up.
But the dream made me think a little.
I wonder if I still like him?
