I love sleep. The world seen through a sepia colored filter. Anything is possible, good or bad. Last night I had a dream I was sitting on a porch, staring out at the sun setting, drinking a glass of whiskey. My lady friend was inside, sitting at the small, pale blue dinner table we owned with some friends. It looked like old drift wood that was painted in the 70s. My feet were propped up on the railing and I felt at ease. Its those small moments in life that make the chaos just seem alright. The sun would set and i'd grab my lady and we'd sit on the couch and she'd put her head on my shoulder then....id wake up. Lying on my stomach, staring at my seafoam green wall is some sort of rude awakening. I really love those dreams. Its like a sign that things can always be better.
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