Dreamlog: 9.29.03
There was this parking lot, at night.
It was dark except for the moon, still bright above the street lights.
You played something out of Cinema Paradiso from your car.
And we danced out there. You spun me faster and faster until I was out of breath. Me in my boots and that dress you loved. You were wearing that jacket that always made me want to borrow it so it smelled like you.
I couldn’t see your face, and that was ok, because we hadn’t met yet.
You whispered in my ear “Don’t worry about me until then. I’m coming for you.”
And I sighed “Yes, I know. “
