sleeping pills.
Tuesday, Jan. 28, 2003
i woke up this morning from a dream, and it was one of those dreams where you go back to sleep immediately just to hope beyond hope that you can return to it. he was there, and we both knew that this was the only way we could talk. we both held onto the brief moments made of subconscious and slow heartbeats. he lightly told me things that i didn't want to hear, things i needed to hear, and answers to a few of the questions that i'll always have. i played with his hair, and he held me. i wasn't sure it was him, but he showed me where he had surgery.it wasn't the dream that upset me this time, it was waking up.
