dream girl

I dreamed of an abandoned child, of restless, drug addicted motheres. My lover was this slender mecenary, in a tank top and black leather pants. She was Russian, and we drank shots and talked about Lermontov. We danced and I kneaded the wiry muscles in her shoulders when she took off her shirt. I miss her already, twenty minutes after waking up. She was beautiful.

Exams and rehearsal, store meeting, much to do. I simply can't wait for today to be over and tomorrow to start.