06/04/17
I woke up sweating, with beads on my forehead. I had a nightmare. The scariest part is, I don't remember it at all. All I remember in my dream is feeling like I was taking my last breath. I don't know exactly what that means, I don't even know what my dream was.
There's only one Backwood left, so I begin to unravel it, as my phone rings. It's Austin.
"Danielle, my princess, what you doing beautiful".
My boyfriend is so cheesy, it makes me gag. I have a little too much pride sometimes, I've just never been the affectionate type.
"Hey babe, I've been sleeping all day. I'm rolling up now. You coming over or what".
"Or what".
"Don't try me, boy".
"You and that little boy word, little girl, get dressed we going out to eat. It's your last day before your flight to New York. No way we're watching your corny ass Netflix shows, it's still early."
I can't help myself but laugh, at this point I'm high and lazy but I start to get ready anyways.
"Ok, bring me weed".
What did I do to get so lucky? I love Austin, he has the perfect caramel complexion, he's tall, and slim with tattoos running down his arms. He has a big nose but it fits his face, sort of like mine. Never really was my type, but it was his personality that captivated my attention. I wish he knew how much I actually cared for him. It's been the best two years of my life being with him. Definitely has been a rocky path, but worth it.
"Ok babe"
"Every day your birthday"
"That's how we coming, Ight bet. Love you see you soon."
"Love you don't take forever girl, bye."
We're both from Harlem, but we met two years ago in California. I truly don't know how we both ended up in Los Angeles, but I don't regret it at all.
I start to through rummage through my clothes looking for an outfit to wear. "Shit, I forgot to pack." Im going to New York tomorrow.
I really don't want to go, but I'll be alright, it's only for a couple of days.
