Tapped Out Of Dreams
Thursday, April 29th, 2010I can’t remember what it was about. I can’t remember who was in it. All I remember is that it was a happy place. Relaxing. Peaceful. Serene. Everything good dreams are made of. TapTapTapTapTap. Each poke of her little index finger on my shoulder hit the elevator button on my slumber, bringing me up from […]