DREAM GIRL

dream-girl

We met in a dream. Her sentences were like poetry. She laughed at all my jokes. We took walks through dream streets, listened to dream music and danced a dream dance. Then suddenly, somewhere in the outside world, a car alarm goes off and I wake up. I close my eyes and return to sleep hoping to find her in another dream but instead I am in an unknown school room taking a math test in my underwear.

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