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Speaking of dreams, I dreamed of Yvette last night. I know I was thinking about her yesterday, specifically about a conversation we once had in which I was trying to convince her that her weight wasn't something she should be so concerned about, and she got angry with me and asked me, if I could, would I trade bodies with her? If it really didn't matter so much, would I trade? I remember thinking about that seriously, suddenly , where before it just been words, suddenly I really thought about what it would feel like to switch, how my life would be different in her shoes. And I realised I couldn't really answer her question after all, because I wouldn't switch. Life would be so much harder. She made me see it more clearly.
I don't remember the dream I had last night, but I remember that Yvette was angry with me again, the way she often was. And like always, there was nothing I could do about it.
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Valentines Day. I broke the rules a little bit (we don't buy stuff) by picking up some wine and sweeties ... but I think he will be pleased. When I offered to make dinner, he asked if we could order pizza instead (a true testament to my astonishing culinary abilities) so our plan for the night is to stay home, eat, drink and snuggle by the fireplace. Of course, any true romance will be interrupted by overly affectionate puppies... but that's good stuff.
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4 comments:
Emory is my valentine.
True, that.
Cool cause that means Ophelia can be mine!
Oh dear... this is bound to result in hurt feelers and misunderstandings. ;)
If Emory and Feelia are spoken for, that leaves me with D ~ and that means Shawn has nobody.
(Oh well.)
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