Thursday, January 13, 2011

it's that heat, that heat, that heat...

okay, this goes weird now. my tonight's dream i think. lately i have problems with sleeping, as i have mentioned before i guess. now there's an addition to my problems. i blame the heat, for many nights i just cannot sleep because my appartment is way too hot.
tonight i was with unfairly genetically blessed guy again. it's been a while from the last time he appeared in my dreams. he appeared to be like a security guy, only not wearing any kind of uniform (that things never works for me), but i knew it was him and he was kind of taking care of me (usually those things don't happen, i'm too independent to let a man take care of me). he took me from one place to the other, so we had to spend a little time in the tiniest elevator i have seen. just like the one i have in my building, only even smaller. we were there very close to each other and i told him that he needn't to do that, it's not like i don't know how to use an elevator or even less, know the building, for some reason this place should have been the one i knew. i was quite rude with him, for some reason it seemed i was angry at him. he told me that i know exactly why he had to do it, which i didn't, to be honest. and even less i show to men that i don't get what they are saying. so we came out of the elevator, i made him a proposition, more like a silent one, because i don't remember saying anything to him. at that moment i looked only at the skirt i was wearing, not long, not short, the last black one i brought, which shows amazingly well my figure and legs and i was also wearing high heels, because we were on the same hight. we kissed each other on the cheeks and huged and he whispered to me that he couldn't.. just that he couldn't. and that was it, i was like 'okay, then' and left. he just let me walk away only my high heels making sounds in empty silent hallway. and be sure on one thing - i just don't walk away like that...
it's that heat, that heat, that heat...

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