Lover: "Last night I had a dream that I was carrying a roast chicken..."
Me: "Uh huh"
"And it was a hot tasty little chicken and I had it in my bare hands"
(Mind frantically racing to recall Freudian dream interpretation, while scanning the room for a dream dictionary... Cooking a bird, what can that mean? I wonder, suddenly interested as lover rarely treats me to snippets from her subconscious like this.)
Lover: "And then I woke up..."
Me: "Yes?"
Lover: "And I was holding your little bottom."
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Conversation with lover over breakfast this morning
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1 comment:
what a wonderful way to wake up -- for both of you.
--rebecca (the one with the public toilet phobia)
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