The other night I had a dream.
Neither scary nor funny. Nor erotic, nor romantic. Nor predictive, nor to play the lottery.
I had a dream. And I was lucky enough to remember.
There, in that no full and enveloping, I rocked in a long smile that accompanied me to wake up.
I thanked my work.
I thanked my asshole.
I thanked the great feeling that, for one night, decided to keep me company.
course, that dream will not speak even under torture.
But I wanted to say that made me feel good.
