zebrasindenver

i hear you walk down the stairs

vanilla like perfume on my sheets

i can stretch this bed is mine again

so you leave the red book at the café

this will be paris

Its so warm with  the memories of dreams leaving quickly

My arms ache and my eyes are now directing the confusion

The cat stretches and leaves me jealously stiff

Its cloudy inside of here

And my mouth is dry no beer

Second morning at 7 14pm

What was i dreaming of