Actually nothing biggie, just want to write down for fun. Last night I had a good dream (yeah, quite a long time no dreamt this good) where one of the girl I admired, Susan, was in it. Nothing fancy or dirty happened in it, just me and her chatting something (forgotten what, hard to recall). Then me, being me, tried to make her happy and wrote a poem for her, in which she happily smiled and praised me. We were not dating nor are we a couple, just me and her as friends, even in the dream. I remembered it fondly as I was happy when I woke up, which again, was rare nowadays. It was sweet, it was nice, it was... a dream.
I know it was my friend, loneliness, that paid me a visit, yet it was still... a nice short moment I needed to boost myself up, in these mundane and sometimes stale moments... I call life.
