You were in my dream last night.
I vaguely remember where we were.
You sat on a lime green salon chair.
I have never been here before.
You look handsome per usual.
I do not know remember why we were together.
You were evil.
I sit in your lap.
We kiss.
You push me off into the next chair.
I cry.
“You are too much for me,” you say.
I sit in your lap.
We kiss.
You push me off into the next chair.
I cry.
“You are too much for me,” you say.
I sit in your lap.
We repeated over and over until I woke up.
I am subconsciously plaguing myself with a symbol of our relationship.
You were in my nightmare last night.
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