i dreamt of you again. between dim streetlights, above rainy concrete, behind my window, in my bed. i dreamt of you again.
once again, same story, same feelings. and again..i keep dreaming. i could hear the rain tapping lightly on the dull, fogged glass of the window by my bed and was lulled by the patter of a cat's wet feet across my deck. long did i lay there; longer did i ponder but not before my waking mind slipped from me and into dreams i fled. it was there that i dreamt of you again. and again, and again.
i like to listen to the sounds i can't see, as they help me sleep...i like to sleep when im waiting, though i don't much like sleep itself. waiting is far worse so i think i'll just sleep it through and in the meantime i can always dream of you.
again, and again, and again.
i dreamt of you again.
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Varje man är sin egen konung.
...Got my paws on your honey pot...
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