That dream
It’s happening again! What the hell! Why won’t they stop, I wondered. I can see it as clear as a mid-summer day but it’s somewhat fuzzy also. I see myself walking towards the Delancey stop in Manhattan. I really want to do this, I thought. I get off at Rockefeller Center. I meet up with this girl. ‘Who the hell is this girl’, I’m thinking to myself. It’s weird, it’s as if I’m watching a movie through someone’s perspective but I know it’s me. ‘Why is this happening….whatever. This is weird as hell, but let’s enjoy it,’ I concluded. I’m saying something, I don’t really pay attention to what it is. All of a sudden, she kisses me! I feel her arms around my neck. Freakin’ sweet! Dude I must be nailing her! I’m the shit! She stopped but is still inches away from my face. She’s Chinese, about my height(average height), full body(I felt it when she pressed against me), and the sweetest smile I’ve ever seen. I am SO ON POINT ! “So you finally decided to take a break from work to see me.”