I have a hard time waking up sometimes, because the dreams are just that good.
And she’s always naked in my dreams. It’s not even a sex thing – it’s just that I see so much ugliness during the day that when I close my eyes I need to see something beautiful. And she is beautiful. I’m lucky I get to see her at all, even if it’s just in my dreams.
The other details don’t matter so much. Sometimes she’s holding a Hermes’ scarf that cost more than my first Seiko [the SRP-007, or the Seiko Turtle, which is still a hell of a watch even if I wear a Rolex sometimes now]. Sometimes she’s holding a cold bottle of cheap champagne that gives her goosebumps.
And those are my favorite dreams – the ones where it’s sun and skin and sweetness on her lips – that feeling of time slowing down – and that hope that maybe when I open my eyes she’ll still be there with me.
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