quinna

I had a dream that I rode my bike all night.
I rode with a faceless man (dressed VERY dapper)
He was playful. We raced some. We tried to see who could ride with no handlebars the longest.
We held hands as we rode.
He sang to me as we rounded corners and passed under street lamps.
He was well spoken and smart.
Intellectual, but not cocky.
Classy, smooth, handsome.
We rode straight to the doorstep of my dream house, where he kissed my forehead before turning to go.


I fell in love while I was asleep.
*sigh*