In between nods I look over and see a gorgeous small blonde woman with ssoft alabaster skin and flowing hair. She is beautiful to me and she is the girl of my dreams.
Is she a figment? Are her perfect breasts my imgination? I hope not. I pray that they aren't and I draw another smooth hit of my best friend into my lungs and another ... I slowly pass into another dream loop.
We're together in heaven, I can taste pizza and Kool-Aide. Or am I having that for dinner? I injest three little blue pills with the number "10" on one side. I draw more smoke into my lungs. I kiss her perfect soft lips. I feel her tongue on mine. Supple and wet. I pass her the smoke that has been residing in my lungs. She shuts her eyelids lightly and she is gone again, into my arms but far deeper than that...
A train blows its whistle in the cool night air. The sounds of it comes through clear as day, even though the window is shut. She opens the window and I feel a slight cool breeze blow in through the window and over my feet which are stretched out beneath the glass. Quick wisps of smoke slide through the screen and out into the oblivion, the place where dreams come from and the place where they return to every morning.
I am in heaven, I am in my room... relaxed and blissfully sedated with the woman of my dreams.
Is she a figment? Are her perfect breasts my imgination? I hope not. I pray that they aren't and I draw another smooth hit of my best friend into my lungs and another ... I slowly pass into another dream loop.
We're together in heaven, I can taste pizza and Kool-Aide. Or am I having that for dinner? I injest three little blue pills with the number "10" on one side. I draw more smoke into my lungs. I kiss her perfect soft lips. I feel her tongue on mine. Supple and wet. I pass her the smoke that has been residing in my lungs. She shuts her eyelids lightly and she is gone again, into my arms but far deeper than that...
A train blows its whistle in the cool night air. The sounds of it comes through clear as day, even though the window is shut. She opens the window and I feel a slight cool breeze blow in through the window and over my feet which are stretched out beneath the glass. Quick wisps of smoke slide through the screen and out into the oblivion, the place where dreams come from and the place where they return to every morning.
I am in heaven, I am in my room... relaxed and blissfully sedated with the woman of my dreams.
