Cruel, black humour. I like it.
Had a dream about Alex last night, first of what I can remember.
I recall sitting on a porch chatting late at night.
We were alternately arguing fiercely, and just talking pleasently, you know, sharing thoughts and laughing.
I don't know in which of the two moods, could be either one really, but, right in the middle of a sentence, I snuck a quick kiss.
(Around this time I must have understood it was just a dream, I would never dare to be so bold irl)She looked a little baffled, but didn't seem to mind at first.
I apologized, and she said she had to run, and did so, literary.
I called after her, but for some god knows what reason, I shouted out the wrong name.
She came back and was furious.
I think that's about the time I woke up.
