Slow and Steady

I think about things way too much, dwelling on the things (the actions, words, or sweet nothings) that probably signify little to others.

The past few weeks, all I've done is fall asleep with my shuffle, listening to a playlist I call "Secret Lovers"--oftentimes, I'll retitle it "Imaginary Girlfriend."

In a recent post, I wrote about some pretty good dreams I've had in a while. They seemed super realistic and were of the someone that I'm really feelin for.

SEQUENCE 1

I see myself asleep on my back on my bed. [cut to first person] I begin to notice the someone walk into my room and gently climb onto my bed. As the sun begins to shine on my face [and as I open my eyes in real life], she lays on top of me, puts my arms around her, and says, "good morning." She pecks me on the cheek... I blink in disbelief, and she disappears.

SEQUENCE 2

Once again, I see myself asleep on my side on my bed. [cut to first person] I feel someone put their arms around me, wanting me to turn around and hug them. I turn around and am about to peck her on the cheek, but then she's not there. [In real life, I wake up and the sun shines on my face again]

I hope that tonight, "sequence 3" will find me... And May, I don't think I'll ever tell you who it is... Do I tell her after graduating? Maybe, she'll tell me...

Oh, the dilemmas that Kuya Joe [the man behind the true artistry of Monster Crayons] and I are put in. It feels like deja vu, though it isn't.