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i hate when i sleep turns into a action filled drama. my point of closing my eyes is to rest and instead my mind decides to go 100 mph non-stop. the only comforting image that was in my mind is a conversation i was having with my infant nephew. it felt reassuring and comforting. we were talking to each other like adults.
who said dreams had to make sense?
i keep checking out men when we are in public. i feel i am equally as bad as a man would be gawking at women. it is a rush and i only wonder if the man i size up with my eyes is doing the same thing.
yesterday i turned down an aisle and rounds the corner is the husband to the filled basket of child and wife. i starred at him and then averted my eyes to the products i was seeking. he was gorgeous to me and he seemed taken back when ours eyes met.
mmmmmm i would enjoy fucking him up. not in a bad way of course. *bite*
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