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                         Staring at the bottom of your glass

                Hoping one day you'll make a dream last

              But dreams come slow and they go so fast

"Hey," an angelic voice spoke to me. i looked up, a smile forming on my lips when i realized who it was.

she sat next to me, her short red dress fitting perfectly on her body as she grabbed my glass of vodka. she drank it, placing the glass by me as her eyes found mine. 

she smiled, placing a hand on my shoulder as i opened my mouth.

"why are you here?"

"why wouldn't i be?"

"you do realize this is a bar, right?"

"And you do realize this is a dream, right?"

A frown replaced my smile as i looked at her. "What?"

She placed her lips against my cheek, her cool breath hitting me quickly.

"Wake up."

and i did.

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