Tuesday, July 05, 2011

convertible

I was in something and was supposed to change. I was with some people at a party and I seemed to have the wrong dress on, then was in the wrong room, then was at the wrong time ... but I felt "right."

I was going to sleep at my friends and he had a nice place, all white and clean. He had a convertible in there though and the roof was dirty with little dried flowers from a tree. It wasn't like him, he is a very clean person.


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