I had a dream. It was foggy white, like a vision. The walls around me were vanilla colored. I could feel you holding me from behind, while steam rose from the chat black pan in my hand. I felt the presence and looked down. I saw a set of cream arms wrapping around me in an embrace. It immediately filled me with happiness.
I, then, felt your hands grip my stomach like you always do. It always made me roll me eyes. A swift motion around my head caught my attention. You pecked at my neck, which made me giggle.
It was like a movie.
I turned around and couldn't see your face. It was gone, erased. My stomach hurts. Where is your face? My head hurts. I can't remember.
Say something, I cry. You're voice is gone. I can't remember, my head hurts.
This isn't a movie
11/27/23
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