I am at this place- open and very white. A bunch of people are there; we all write and draw. My guy friend doesn't know I blog; he had one and I wonder if he's updated it in a while. He is writing and drawing in this group in real life.
Then I am another girl (I think) and I had an episode where I had run in the middle of the night naked. We are in a house now, but still with the same type of people. People like to say things like, you're one to talk, you were out naked!
So I am trying to discover what happened because I can't remember. Finally this mother figure tells me it is _____. _____?
"Didn't you figure it out when he couldn't keep his stories straight?" she asks me. Then she tells me he drugged my water. I had thought it was breakfast time and drank this water. She says she kept smelling roses. She found the room filled with these clear glasses of rose scented water and she was trying to get rid of them. Apparently, the naked thing wasn't supposed to happen. Whatever he tried to do backfired.
"Why didn't he just tell me he liked me?" I ask her.
She says because he didn't think we were compatible. WTF? We have so much in common, we both love to write and draw (we're at this thing, remember?). This guy is kind of bookish/sciency and shy. I don't get it. I am intrigued by this. What he did isn't even important to me. I just realized a guy I have a crush on likes me!
He had given me a folder with all these notes and pictures to explain what happened to me and it was laying in a corner on the floor. So I go over to pick it up and throw it away. This gets his attention. He comes over to me and starts talking about some of the stuff in it. As he is reading to me, I slowly step into the crook of his arm, so it is now around me. This is done very subtly. He doesn't seem to notice. He is very intent on reading. I am very intent on capturing him. As he nears the end of the page I wait and wait. As he finishes reading I turn to him and plant a kiss on his mouth. It is a perfect kiss- our lips are perfect and our tongues are perfect, it is slow and nice and wonderful. Very dramatic and passionate.
Then I am myself; I am sitting with the girl I just was and he is leaving the room, very nervously! We think it is funny.
And now I am sitting watching TV in a different room and Austin is on the computer, but he is a teenager. Instead of using the headset while on the phone like daddy, he is using one tiny earphone. This messes with me because I can't see it and he doesn't answer when I talk to him, yell at him, or anything. I believe he is just very focused. He switches between the phone and music- the music I was listening to until he put the other earphone in, shutting off the sound (Rumours by Fleetwood Mac- which I have been listening to lately.) I get his attention and someone suggests that I take the phone away so I do.
Then the alarm clock goes off and I get Chantz to get up with Tessa and he makes sausage links. Yummy. There are two links left and I am going to go eat them now. With syrup.
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