It was such a lovely dream, too. My first dream about Sadie, how could it be anything but? So rife for pseudo-Freudian psychoanalysis, everything a metaphor for my fears and desires, my excitement and my frustration.
The dream started with me at work, caught in a playful argument with my fellow workers about whether or not [...]
“That’s fucked up, don’t you think?”
“What’s fucked up?” I ask. My wife is driving us home from my mom’s, and once again, as I always do, I’ve gotten lost in my own thoughts of nothing, not paying attention to a word she’s saying.
“What your mom said.”
“Wait, why? What did my mom say?”
“About your dad.” I [...]
Her black tights of winter have been traded in for a breezy dress of spring, her furry boots replaced by open-toe sandals. I’m in the midst of a long inhale of my cigarette when I see Bethann walk off her front porch, and I patiently exhale as she walks over.
The girlish smile makes her seem [...]
I see Maggie striding towards me, golden brown hair flowing in the light breeze of the night. I’m waiting outside because I plan on kissing her tonight, and I don’t want anyone at the party knowing until we are official. As she gets closer, I lean against the door, working my most dashing pose. Then [...]
